Poetry

The light flickered through my blinds.

Morning had finally arrived.

It created  a white butterfly.

Her wings grew 

As more sun came in.

Staring at her there

Next to my closet light,

That gets turned on at midnight.

Every night.

I felt

Her life.

In my bed,

Twelve years now, I awaken,

And stare,

Typically at the hawk photo

Framed there.

Yet this day

A butterfly 

Shines for me

Bringing 

Long overdue

Serenity.

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