Dose a buterfly have a song, a call, a way of getting in contact with fellow butterflys,
as we sit in the back yard with the family pet, playing catch, scratching their tummy so that they go crazy and all they want is more.
Trying to walk to the other side other world, step by step slowly geting there day by day, as i stumble my way around falling over and grasing the knee caps, as i flick my hair back and make my way to my feet i look up, watching this beautiful bug as colourfly as could be flutter its wings as gently in the wind sawing higher and higher and then in the distance it disapears. its gone trrying to catch the colours in a net spilling al the way through, but why asks the colour..
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