Fly Away: A Poem
Your quiet ways, my furrowed brow,
Your willing smile,
I'm sure I'll get done with this work somehow,
But it's stacked up so high, oh what a pile.
But you're my little butterfly,
A wonder amongst the mundane,
There's no need to ask why,
I welcome any distraction that keeps me sane.
Vibrant colors set against a world of gray
You give me more than hope this dismal day
If you've been transformed, then why can't I?
Just grab my hand and we'll fly into that golden sky
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