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Her love had no trials,

No margins, nor expectancies

From her beloved

Poor, dumped creature

She found in the grass,

One moment that

Felt like ages of loneliness.

So, she took him in,

Promised to give hope

And mostly love

For him to grow

Wings and fly

Besides her and other fairies.

It took a gasp of a god

To make him stand,

Not crawl anymore,

Then look around and smile,

Embracing her for the last time.

It wasn't her fault

He assured – his dreams

Were soaring too high,

He felt a tickle into

His brand new wings,

Seductive flowers called his presence

And after all,

She was the one

That made him butterfly…

Copyright © Katiusha Cuculescu, 2005