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Friday, July 16, 2010

There was a butterfly in the middle of the sea

There was a butterfly
in the middle of the sea
Who bravely flew. 
Still got a long way to go...
The waves were crashing
grinding below.
There was nowhere to land
Can't stop to rest
It's death below
What to do?

There was a butterfly
in the middle of sea
Who had gone a long way
What is it doing in such a place?
Who or what is it running away from?

Should it fly on, 
Should it stop?
Either way, death is almost too certain
Which is better then?
To just stop
and let the waves do their work
Or fly on, to hold on to the hope
that the land might be nearby, 
when it could be not?

Sometimes,
I feel like 
a butterfly in the middle of the sea
but I am certain that you would come
and rescue me.

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