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Dead butterfly... [Poem]

See that butterfly.

Flying…

One day to live.

Trying to find a mate.

Watch it after it stopped flying.

Dead in the forest.

And yet, that butterfly is still there.

Making the world beautiful.

Even for that one moment…

Still there…

Flying…

Are you there to see?

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