Like a butterfly,
he soared high into the air, shining with beauty,
captivating everybody near, not a care in the world.
His mind was set to live long and full,
one of those he did recieve.
The butterfly that left, too early, remembered by all,
he will shine no matter if his wings still beat or lay still framed on the wall.
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Author:
atticus_made (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I adore that butterfly, truly one of the best drummers there ever was in my opinion.
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
This is a nicely written. I like it.
A great metaphor built into the word itself a tribute to musician and animal. Well done
it reads like an elegant elegy. and this line
he will shine no matter if his wings still beat or lay still framed on the wall.
I find particularly compelling
Thank you! It was in memory of a musician I adore
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