All That Is In Me: And I'm Still Standing
You are my black butterfly,
While sitting under this tree in the park,
The piercing sun making me wet with inspiration.
I began to write about these feelings
As I watched a beautiful black shiny butterfly
Sit on my uncovered leg.
It acted as if I were a beautiful rose.
Could it know what my name means ?
It rested as I kept still.
It gently caressed my leg, while
Walking like fingers from my knee to my thigh.
Slowly, I reached out to catch it and it flew away
As I was leaving the park,
I saw that the butterfly began to follow me, Soon
he rested on my shoulder till I reached my destiny.
This black butterfly came back to
Get to know his beautiful rose.
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