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" Sabotage "
I admired it at a distance,
Its effortless soothing flow,
The way it rode the wind,
Colors so bright and bold,
Across the fields of clover,
Which swayed forth non stop,
I laid back and took it in,
From a rolling hill up top,
Fluttering into my soul,
It somehow was more than it seemed,
It wasn’t just a butterfly,
It was my hopes and dreams,
As it dance with the air,
Wings, like pages of a book,
It drew me in closer,
If only to take a look,
It whispered to the flowers,
This time I would never forget,
As it was still, a moment in time,
Swoosh!, it was in my net!
Now it belong to me,
Forever to be displayed,
As I stuck pins threw its torso,
I reflected on my day,
Pressed against some glass,
For all the world to see,
Trapped, tortured in my presence,
And now it belonged to me……
