You look upon me eyes filled with tears
You think that I am gone. Please remember
the butterfly, its transformation. I am
wrapped it seems in death but surely
I believe like the butterfly who sheds the
cocoon I will emerge to the other side
and live in peace. Be joyful friends, I am
alive and well. Faith has taught me, life
changes, it does not die.
written by Pauline May, 1996 (c)
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