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Does the wind make any sense to you at all

Leaves falling as the gusts blow down homes

In a part of the world a butterfly spans it wings

Little do the people know what will come

When you grow up to be like your father

Death by the wing

You carry forth what you were made to do

Killing for a living

But alas, I know

The beauty you possess is more powerful

With words armed by mischief

My life was only but a second worth in your eyes

The beauty you possess can kill

But you used it for good

Reviews

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

Very nice meaning in this, seems nice to relate it to life and growing up. Love this line:
"In a part of the world a butterfly spans it wings"