"Morpho"

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By Wingless

So I'll cage the pain percussion, and how it feels to be me, Keep it as a butterfly, in a place you cannot see. And when the grass is green again, and the stars are all that sigh, I'll release it to the wings of wind, and whisper a goodbye.

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September 10, 2010 13:21Autumn Leaves

I like it!! Good poem! I really like the rhymes and the rythem.