Flying,
Flying,
Constantly flying.
The eternal flutter knows no true home.
From crawler to flight,
He lives out his life,
Free of whimsical care.
Bringing happiness,
And life,
wherever he may roam - even though he is alone.
Crying inside,
Voice too small to be heard.
He waits to die,
The last of the butterflies.
Choked with smoke and smog,
he rests upon a log,
the wings begin to wilt - though the world feels no guilt.
He hears natures call,
Releasing the season of spring and fall.
The world now goes without,
Unable to hear the shout,
For he was the last of his kind.
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Death comes for us all, it is the final and only lasting justice.
-Jaster Merell
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Death comes for us all, it is the final and only lasting justice.
-Jaster Merell
I...say that every time...XP
I guess this just shows how little many people pay attention to the world around them. One can go through life ignorantly not thinking of the consequences that their actions have upon the rest of the world. It goes to show how many beautiful things/creatures go being destroyed without a care. (though you already know all that, considering you wrote it...ha...I just like thinking through it all too)
Good job as always.
-Mandalore
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Death comes for us all, it is the final and only lasting justice.
-Jaster Merell
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