Within quadrants of descent, languishing
While worlds traversing darkest hours, A butterfly dreams of realms beyond, A course of flight all too unfamiliar. Arising from stage and chrysalis, We climb through the maze becoming entangled, Must a butterfly pursue the entice of wings? Enlightening within quadrants of ascent. |
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