I think this one can talk for itself.
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My friend be set free
Come fly with me
Escape this land
And it’s sinking sand
On the wings of a butterfly
We will get by
Come fly with me
My friend, be set free.
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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.
The Lonely Recluse.
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~ by The Lonely Recluse on October 8, 2012.
Posted in Poetry
Tags: butterflies, Poetry, recovery, self harm
That’s a setting free one indeed 🙂
evoked a feeling to break free n fly away… I will someday soon now.
Hugs xooxo
Glad you liked it. Interesting take, I definitely wrote it with the butterfly (stop self harm) campaign in mind (hence the butterflies on my wrist) but the true beauty of poetry is in interpretation.
The Lonely Recluse.