The butterfly soars through the antique window

Swooping and waving through the musty air

A ballerina

Dancing with elegance

She glides

Her beautifully fragile wings beside her

She is as delicate as dust

Yet as beautiful as a white rose

But she is caught!

As she is trapped

Her snowdrop wings flutter frantically

Circling like a tornado

She give on dramatic leap

Before falling...

Now she is just a frail corpse on the grimy floor

Easily trodden on.

The End

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