Prose - A Butterfly's Wings Flapping in China...

The baby it will never see
Bares another
And with each generation
The force builds
A butterfly's kiss
So gentle
As harmony awakens each morning
Striking a chord
Invisible to the eye
But not the spirit
The winds of patience
An artist
With peril
For those who sleep
On Western shores

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