contemplations
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My heart sighs deeply,Heavy and calm,fluttering sleepily.I close my eyes,Gathering them closeI try to pick out the lies.
See the butterflies fly at dawn,
Catch them all before they're gone.
Some fly in shadows,
Some fly in light.
Some fly with ease,
And some fly with might.
To go or not to go- that is the question:
Whether it is the early morning rise
That keeps the head in a groggy state
Or the thrill of the heart pounding
And, by opposing, wakes us. To wake, to go-
