Saturday, March 26, 2011

Beautiful butterfly and butterfly poem

The Butterfly upon the Sky, by Emily Dickinson

The Butterfly upon the Sky,
That doesn't know its Name
And hasn't any tax to pay
And hasn't any Home
Is just as high as you and I,
And higher, I believe,
So soar away and never sigh
And that's the way to grieve

















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