Mausoleum for a Butterfly

among the briar and ivy wild
the cold stone of a lonely child
sadness untempered by the years
in solitude’s eternal tears
beneath this faded finery
the earth serves as her nursery
but no sunshine lights her face
no laughter rings around this place
just silence save wildflower’s sighs
that they shall see no butterflies

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