Day 864, weeds.

Day 864-1

When butterflies don’t fly.

Fading away, overwhelmed in lies.

Wings eager, restricted by weeds.

Cracked mud of the soil grades the time.

When butterflies couldn’t fly.

Day 828, goal.

Day 828-1

A little fly attracted by colorful instincts,

flies unaware its self-chosen path,

fulfilling its purpose tight up in its brain

a taste of reward repeats till the unseen and end.

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