It starts in the endA Poem by MikeVIt starts in the end
Love is like a butterfly
a butterfly that was once a cocoon a cocoon that carried life life frozen in stone stone so soft soft like wings of a moth a moth powdery and white white as the purest love love is where it all began it all began with an egg an egg from above above the butterflies leg © 2013 MikeVReviews
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