Hope

Butterfly
lone in the forest
Hovering low
over grass

Yellow
spots of orange
body black
feelings red


Water drop
shimmering
silver, gold
falling. Slight.


Light
Beam of energy.
Strength of heart.
Golden tear of love.


The beam
strikes
the drop,
splits.

Colors
multiple and beautiful
quickly
time is frozen

Bird's wings
slow
Falling leaves
stop


And then
suddenly
time begins.
Now.

Drop.
Falls.

Butterfly.
Struck.

Wings.
Collapsed.

Falling.
Death.

Beam shines.

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