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butterfly 2: no regrets
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saga's Flying high now, the wind in her wings now,a clear head to think now.
Still entrapped in fear trying to escape it ,in her dreams she hears it.
The pain that was inflicted on her the scars she now carries with her the memories she just wished would fade the blackest parts on earth.
Why is she not forgetting this why must she suffer from this why does everything remind her of her blackest days.
She longs to be loved again, no more hurt from this kind of pain again.
She will fly through the tree tops and for days months years she will fly until she finds him.
She thirsts for unconditional love and kindness that she deserves.
For all to see her beautiful wings and her markings how they were formed toger O how pretty she is.
A wounded, bounded and tortured now a beautiful precious butterfly with no regrets.
i wrote it short that way you don't have to read for an eternity
this is good, but set it in a poetry format... you know, with shorter lines. its that kind of poem. at least, thats my opinion. did you have it like this for a reason?