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Once upon a time,
there was a beautiful butterfly.
Simple, Bold, Diligent,
but Fragile
so very fragile.
As any butterfly would be.
And this particular flutterer had a great distance to travel
it was a calling
and it came
a great journey.
But adversity stood in its path.
Grey, deep clouds
appeared, enveloped this petite being
it could feel a weight
a vast sky closed upon it.
but Fragile
and Simple, Bold, Diligent,
it carried on.
Perseverance was no weight
it was a wind beneath the wing.
but Fragile
still it could feel a weight
an imp called
Fiendish, it called for the flutterer to sit
rest and let the storm persist.
So it was to decide
so difficult
it could feel the weight.
so heavy, it tore and bled
the storm drew a vacuity
it haunted with an anxiety.
So torn
the flutter must decide
it could feel the weight
but should it persevere?