The Truth

By Jackamo   

She rescued a butterfly.
She didn’t hit it,
And yet,
She couldn't just pass on by.
She brought it home,
Put it in a jar
With a stick, some leaves
And a little sugar water.
She probably cried when it died,
I don't know,
She only cries when she's alone.
After all,
She can never let her feeling show,
She's strong and brave,
She's sometimes hard and cold.
But then, the truth is,
She stopped for a butterfly.

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