You know the moment when you're out with your furry friends, and a beautiful butterfly quietly comes flapping its wings to prop itself on their nose? For me, it signifies the return of a loved ones who has passed. Maybe to let you know that everything will be just fine.
I know he is somewhere, watching over me
for he has a billion promises to keep,
ones that he made when I bruised my little knee,
or when his angelic voice lulled me to sleep;
I know he is here, waiting to be set free
from shackles of a world that hurt him so deep.
I know it's him, the butterfly on her nose,
reminding me of his love that'll always grow.— it's all in the little things
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Poetry form used: Ottava Rima (an eight-lined form with the rhyme scheme - ABABABCC; syllable count - 11)
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