Creative Writing- sonnet poem

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It flutters its wings
Found in crowded place
It drifts close and stings
Not knowing my case
I try to see hope
Cause it is today
It flies like a bee
But it flies away
It weaves out of sight
Back again, not done
And I think I might
Be warm like the sun
Hope once escaped me
Now enough for three

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