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Butterflies
by Christianne Charles
She is quite the eyesore
The gray moth
Unadorned of any color
Separated from the outside world
After what appears to be an eternity
Liberated from the shackles of her past
Free from her cocoon at last
That once held her back
Rewarded for her patience
Blessed for her sorrow
This butterfly will emerge as a true beauty
Fluttering her wings rapidly
The color of heaven's clouds
© 2003 Christianne Charles
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This poem is from a bilingual collection entitled,
Entre Tierra y Mar ( Between Land and Sea). Christianne can
be reached at HGTV20@aol.com
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