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Thursday, August 13, 2015

For a butterfly . . .

You may be 
small now
do not fret
You just don't
your wings
Soon you will,
and soon you'll see
the sky is 
the best place to be. 
I know you're scared
I know you're confused.
Maybe even battered,
broken and bruised.
Your time in the cocoon 
is nearly gone.
The time will come
to move on.
And when it does
do not cry
because change
is an opportunity 
to fly. 

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