Free to Fly

March 20th was the first day of Spring.
The flowers began to bloom,
He started to feel a sting.
The butterflies flew into his room.

They gave him a kiss on the forehead.
He sat on his bed in silence.
They could hear the pistol grip,
But there weren’t any sirens.

He didn’t have a dog.
He disliked the colder weather.
On the bed he left his epilogue,
They flew away together.

Spring came fast,
With tragedy on the forecast.

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