In the mind of lovely butterflies
Which spread their wings so beautiful
Flying to flowers they've never known
Gathering nectar almost never tasted
They must have thought of weaker days
When crawling as chubby slow masses
Eating sour bitter chewy green leaves
Till the urge to be different emerged
Never could they have contemplated
Spinning their home of reclusiveness
That time they would spend in solitude
Would birth the beauty they had become
So tend your minds all you butterflies
Who dream, compose while others fear
For the struggle, the tug of restlessness
Is where the beauty you create will live
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