Run to Flee From the Past (The Butterfly Etude)

A free-verse poem.

Run to Flee From the Past (The Butterfly Etude)
-Epilogue ErrSix

It pressed the black key;
To make this music flow.
The music that makes us grow;
Is themusic that makes us flee.

To flee form the past,
Is a hard thing to do.
But fleeing is a good thing too;
Since throwing the past is just so fast.

I saw this butterfly, a beautiful one!
Aha,the music came from those pressed keys!
So I heard the magical sound of the past;
But suddenly realized that the present and the future are waiting for me.

Okay, I'll just move on with a smile on my face;
I'll just move on and press the black keys...
And do the Butterfly Etude.

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