It has no color, it doesn’t ever move
It is stiff and cold as stone
Its wings out stretched in false flight.
Never to leave its accursed post; chains are added to its once multicolored; full of life wings, and with it
The freedom of its people it once watched over is seized.
This stone creature is known as the
“Stone Butterfly.”
A/N: An idea for a story called...well Stone Butterfly underway >.> in my head lol
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Thoughts of A Wondering Mind
Puisi"To the stories to be yet told or written, and the friends met along the road of becoming a Future Author." Jasmine S.
