Broken ButterfliesA Poem by BrokenButterflyIn the gentle shadows of the mighty woods they cry out their soft lamentations to the ever listening but never hearing footsteps in the hills. No one speaks but all know the tales of cruel and unkindly folk. As they sing the songs of the bleeding wings of broken butterflies. © 2008 BrokenButterflyFeatured Review
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Added on February 5, 2008Last Updated on February 5, 2008 AuthorBrokenButterflyAboutI write when emotions are raw, and almost uncontrollable. It is a temporary fix to a long term problem - having too many thoughts in my head. Sometimes they just need to come out. more..Writing
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