Meadow brown butterflies
caught up in a thin mesh
A torn forewing
is too painful
the whole kaleidoscope
locks - the orange flit stills
The thin mesh is a smirk; it forms where the lies lurk
Meadow brown butterflies
feel their release as one
A loved forewing
knits together
the whole kaleidoscope
lifts - it is the Lord’s work
The new mobility restores nobility
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