Hey there butterfly,
you use to fly so pretty,
your wings would float up in the air,
without any worries or care.
Hey there butterfly,
you're once again a caterpillar,
you crawl along and try to hold on,
yet filled with constant fear of falling,
after all you used to know how to fly.
Once again you shall turn colorful,
and glide your beauty in the spring.
Once again you'll feel the air,
flowing through your wings.
-- by Chocolat Princess
April 30, 2009
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