Oh how the colors danced

As we were transforming

with butterflied wings


Patchwork layed

for the final opening


Sight had changed

What we could see

What we became

A mystery


Upon the death

of human being

We awoke again 

with a voice to sing


Butterflies they'd come and go

From this day on

We would be a rose



Author's Notes/Comments: 

Please don't chop our head off

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RWErskine's picture

well said, reincarnation

well said,


The Power To Be

Morningglory's picture

Thank you

Think we may have experienced many incarnations through a matter of hours in eternity.

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