The Butterfly
How exquisite the butterfly
In silence he departs
Fleeting wings that say goodbye
Leaves unaware a loving heart.
How quietly the butterfly
Released itself from memory
Hidden tears that it may cry
Are buried deep in agony.
And still it hopes with each new day
To find the one to Love so true
In its short life till it dies away
To love and be loved is what it will do.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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