I Write Butterflies

I write bouquets of butterflies
A kaleidoscope of fluttering wings
They venture into the empty sky
Bravely explore the dicey world

At the mercy of haphazard winds
A single gust can upturn its fate
Either a blissful meadow home
Or a cruel desolate death

I feel nothing quite as bittersweet
Releasing each pair of palpitating wings
Hoping the world would see their beauty
Knowing most will die an ignoble death

Create beauty, though none may see it
Create hope, though none can be found

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