In the early days of May, the milkweed butterflies flutter, or try, as their new wings in the soft breeze dry, lucky that the world is so giving
The mayflies were born yesterday when the day was grey, but at least they feel the sun's rays before parting ways with the living
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PoetryA Poetry Collection I have been experiementing with poetry the last year! The first few pieces are my earlier work, and it does get better the more recent the chapter. Enjoy!
