February 2012
3 posts
Strife
The Butterfly sails through the wind
Its wings, clipped in the harsh rain
He stays down; he recovers
He prepares to face the weather
He trains inhumanely
The, when the moment arrives
The weather is calm cool and fine
The butterfly sails away; dissapointed, but undeterred
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