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Wrenching Grief: The Butterfly

You were mystical beauty

You were curiosity and wonder

You were a butterfly

Alighting for such a brief moment.


You were also that body

Lying in a cold casket

I couldn’t look

I couldn’t look away.


As the doe crossed my path

And paused to gaze directly at me

I saw you again

But then you were gone.


Like a star piercing

The dome of night

Your brilliance will

Forever claim my eye.


I wish you fields of boundless light

Rest, dear one and be well in spirit.

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