The butterfly and the cowardA Poem by ronThe butterfly and the coward
They say he was a coward, he was.
He hid from danger, he hid from fear.
He made him self as small as could be.
On his finger a butterfly landed, he did not shy from such a winged creature.
He just sat and looked on, in wide eyed wonder.
The butterfly asked, why do you cry?
In response he proclaimed, I am but a coward, not worth your time and bother.
The butterfly bowed it’s head.
You have allowed me to land on your finger... the bravest of men would have tried to kill me.
Yet you let me live, might I ask why?
The coward replied. because you have shown me your heart.
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Added on May 21, 2014Last Updated on May 21, 2014 AuthorronImperial, CAAboutI have been writing on and off or more years than i care to remember. I started writing poetry, than i started a novel (still in the works), now I'm writing a six part short story erotic.. more..Writing
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