The Bottle and the Butterfly
A butterfly emerges from the bottle
Open door
Taste the fragrance
of my feelings
Ever sore but healing.
Focus through my lens of many colors
Many woes interpreted
Amongst my foes
I seek and understand the tremor
As it moves beneath the surface.
Time to flee and wonder
What is this to come
Outside my bottle.
11-22-09
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