Literature
Path of a Butterfly
There was,once,a child alone,
Shy and weird,with future unknown.
Nobody liked him,no-one at all,
I don't know why,but he was so small.
He had no mother,for she died giving birth,
To her only son,than left the Earth.
He had no father,for he didn't care,
he left with the hookers,of his son unaware.
Yet alone he crawled,through this crazy world,
With big brown eyes and hair curled.
Young he was,but he wandered why?
Until one night he saw a butterfly.
Glowing in the dark,dancing through the air,
It spoke to the child, "Do not despair".
"For there is one angel,you must find",
"She'll show you the path,with her hart kind."
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