To every coin
there 2 sides
one will remain in darkness
and the other remaining in light
Some call it heads
Some call it tails
What I call it
is what life entails
A dear friend of mine,
now our lives intertwined
spoke words of life
into this broken spirit of mine
Words of life
Words of wisdom
Which have uplifted this soul
from this dark cataclysm
That man called it his mind
I call it the shattered pieces of my life
From the depths a new creature must emerge
a beautiful butterfly once unheard
Spreading its wings and learning to fly
away from this place of death and demise
to find refuge and solice
in this place far from his own apocalypse
in this place of sanctitude the butterfly can be found
Perched atop a hills crown.
This butterfly now allowed to fly free
Just by a man's simple care and concern shown unto he.
End.
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