butterflies

but a mere worm
that make some squirm
slowly crawling towards
your place of rewards

you sleep while surrounded
by a cocoon being bounded
morphing yourself into
a beauty engulfed by hue

bit by bit you show grace
that traverses time and space
such loveliness unimaginable
with a purpose that's so simple

one thing i dont understand
how such beauty in hand
makes things out of whack
when they are in your stomach

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