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I see flashes
a thousand sparks of light
against my palms of coal
It broke me, somehow
to see a life so vibrant
and to see a butterfly
caught in her storm
I see flashes
and I wonder
I ask what kind of thunder
what sort of livid lighting
brought such violent change?
No, it is not pity
I have but love for hope
for something other than coal
I see flashes
and I am set ablaze
by the fiery winds
of a radiant butterfly
unfolding her hazel wings
And I do wonder
how should I not burn
how should I not crumble
after the searing brilliance
of a life so rich
against my palms of coal