I see the bright corpse
Of a peacock butterfly
Tattooed on tarmac
A rare sauna breeze
Gently tugs its dusty wings,
A short life cut short
By innocent fancy flight
To greener pastures
Someone somewhere cries
For loss of their butterfly
And their perished dreams
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