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Poetry Pleases: The Dead Butterfly

Masimba Biriwasha sees a message of hope and inspiration in a dead butterfly.

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She’s as dry as death,
Yet she stands still like a garden scarecrow
Her wings stretched out, as if ready fly
Only she is hung to the white soft board with a drawing pin
So she won’t fall down to earth
Her half-broken feeler
Made a feast for a thousand ants
That sucked upon her dead juices
There, in the dark cave
They say she couldn’t find her way home
Until she fell down in a rush of confusion
O, sweet butterfly
How beautiful you still look, in your silent deadness
Even in your dry death, you still inspire the sun
To raise its wings and fly

As you'll surely do


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