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Flown

Look, look out there

They dance and twine

Rising, flying

In love sublime

They tease

Then join

Then break away

Enough to brighten any day

Then suddenly I’m struck 

In dread and gloom

I stare dumbfounded

From my room

Mistakenly I realise

Not ephemeral butterflies

But white rose petals

Now spiralling to earth

That a breeze had teased

In its summers mirth

Shattering a heart so keen

Remembering  now 

As though a dream 

Bright clouds of wonder

Joy and delight

That no longer live

To bless our sight

For now should be

Their height of season

But there are none

And we’re the reason

Shamelessly poisoning our earth

Putting to death, joy and rebirth

Behold our unrelenting plunder

Tearing our world and life asunder

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