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| Celestial Garden, with all original art and stories (C) Daphne Sy. |
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| Broken Butterfly 11/24/03 Dreams of vivid butterflies Fading into summer skies Slicing patterns in her eyes As she sings and vainly tries To purge her body of the lies Her life had given her to prize. The grass was strewn with diamond dust For Winter fell upon the lust That once destroyed her love and trust. She knew that life was never just And longed to let her beauty rust No man again would use that crust And smash her world with just one thrust. Lost her color to the skies That stole the beauty from her eyes And gave it to the butterflies. Painfully she gives her prize For the strength to stop her cries Can't forgive a friendship's lies No matter how she tries and tries. She thought of all the shattered trust For what she loved had sold her crust To be an object of his lust A vessel for his painful thrusts. Falling numb, her heart would rust The petals scattered in the dust Wilting o'er the blade unjust. |