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Butterfly poem/11

A nd now the time to fly, 

Had arrived again, 

As she stepped out of her 

Cocoon, 

Ready to soar to the blue sky, 

She thought of him 

And wished him well 

For in the rainbows 

Of forgiveness, 

She needed to let him go 

In order to breathe and travel again 

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Hazel ettridge

Fri 29th Jun 2018 14:47

I love the last line. It brings fullness to the rest of the poem.

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