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Butterfly
You started
crawling at first
Remembering the
grasses, and
Up on the trees
you persevere.
Hardships and
failures you had
Stress and tension
you endure
Finding a place
that gives solace.
Time comes that you
needed rest
In the cocoon
you made
In solitude you
prayed.
“One day you will
fly
And the world will
see
The beauty you
possess.”