Sydney's soul.

Butterfly, oh butterfly
Why were you so trusting?
So sweet and innocent,
You flew too close to the fire.
A fire in your garden,
Next to your favorite flowers.

As you floated closer,
Unaware of the
The flames reached for
Your wings,
And took your little soul.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For my dear friend Sydney, who died when she was only eight years old in a car crash caused by a drunk driver. They said she never felt a thing..... But I did. May she rest in peace.

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