Butterflies that once
fluttered, are now at rest.
Autumn turned into winter,
and we never spoke again.
- E.A
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Bits and pieces
PoetryJust a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years.
We never spoke again
Butterflies that once
fluttered, are now at rest.
Autumn turned into winter,
and we never spoke again.
- E.A
