The Butterfly Within Me


A butterfly flies into the blue sky.

It flaps its wings.

It goes wherever it wants to be.

It flies over a ocean and a lake,

And a little river that's safe.

The butterfly goes and goes--

But not too far or not to close.

That's the butterfly that I see.

-Maria Kremasta

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