Forgotten Splendor
The butterfly no longer flies in the desert.
A merciless sun and arid winds
scorch delicate wings,
aborting each flight.
Absent nectar-laden blossoms,
barbed cacti stab what alights on them,
starving her soul.
The butterfly crawls like a caterpillar.
After a time in the desert,
creeping on her belly
and deemed a lowly worm,
her once-vivid hues faded
by the harsh sun and sandy silt,
the butterfly forgets she is a winged beauty.
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