observe and flyA Poem by sarajust a thought during classImagine a world where butterflies are our monarchs
They would flit gracefully through our scraping feet with majestic robes of blue breeze cloth and white cloud trim
Crowns of golden yellow sunshine and diamond dust mites perched jauntily on their heads
With robes flowing and crown held upriight and tall they would glide above our upturned heads and outstrecthed arms observing all leaving no one leaving nothing behind. © 2010 saraAuthor's Note
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Added on April 16, 2010 Last Updated on April 16, 2010 Authorsaraclifton, NJAboutright these mini bio things always come out awkward on my end so lets get it over with im sara, almost 17 and a highschool senior i love escaping into a good book (or even a semi good book) running .. more..Writing
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