Every rejection
And every hurt
They have all blown away
Like balloons floating far
Up into the sky
I watch them go
All those colours
Of dark and black and blue
And I hold out my arm
To the little white butterfly
That lands so softly
So gently on my
Outstretched hand.
Pain blow away, hurt blow away, and may the butterfly stay.
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