Butterfly Crime Scene

Soaring through each day,
not a care for any to see.
Like butterflies exploring wings,
they now see what they could be.

But nothing good can last,
horrors happen to the best.
Unspeakable things done.
We try to protect the rest.

Innocence lost to suffers,
please, back to how itÂ’s been.
Beauty now stands destroyed,
like a butterfly crime scene.

Todays best new poem was written by Nevada Smith.


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