Grief is a butterfly
With glistening wings
A whisper of hope
And the silence of spring
It’s that tickle
In the back of your head
That moment of doubt
In which you wish you were dead
It’s the guilt
That flutters in your heart
The burn of your muscles
When your brain refuses to start
The misery of pain
And the beauty of temperance
It’s the blessing
Of constant remembrance
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