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Ryly Grant PerspectiveStained ruby with fresh dried blood Longingly seek the comforts of death In the pool of still water Look glaringly upon the children Watching the dancing butterflies Follow the dancing flight of the butterflies Flitting gently, free of malice Only there to delight the children Sipping nectar, their life’s blood From the flowers by the pool of still water Before the first frost claims them in death But they do not fear the coming of death These painted, dancing butterflies They know nothing besides the water Unaware of any malice They only drink of their life’s blood Unaware of even the children Now look upon the laughing children So near and yet so far from death Knowing little of pain or blood Only watching the butterflies Innocent and free of malice On the flowers by the still water Now what are the thoughts of still water What does it know of the children Does it know of kindness or malice Is it aware of life or death Does it know the butterflies Are drinking of their life’s blood And what does the life’s blood Know as it blooms beside the water Does it know the feeding butterflies Does it know the laughing children Is it aware of life or death Is it truly free of malice And does the blood really hold malice Does the water watch for death Watch the butterflies, watch the children |
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