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A Butterfly My Hands Can Never Hold

Updated on April 18, 2016
A small butterfly flew by my window
It walks in its feet, each up to its toe
Beneath its wings, I have seen love flow
A charm that uplifts me if I feel low

It looks so confused on where it should head
Will it fly to my head or go to my bed?
It flopped its wings and stayed instead
With its teary eyes, a tale has been said

I want to touch it, I want to try'
But if I do so, away it might fly
I'd rather not have my desire be told
So I won't lost the butterfly my hands can never hold

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