Blue Butterfly

A small blue butterfly

Sits on the stone

Staring at the skylight                   

Completely alone

 

She stares at the stars

So far away

So beautiful, but so rare

She suffocates

 

The small sun rises

Without a care

Beautiful noises

Fill the air

 

Blue butterfly flies

Without a care

No Goodbyes

Are there

 

Small dreams are near

Big dreams await

Rattles the fear

Awaiting the date

 

This poem is about: 
Our world
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