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Her lies RSB…..
Born September 8, 1974 – Died
Like the butterfly she was entombed within a cocoon of depression during her lifetime
Alas’ like the butterfly gets its wings, she too gained her wings
Out of the ashes of the darkening days she flew into new horizons of happiness
Darkening days of depression, the cocoon which held her
Could not remain for she had a fighting spirit that would never die
She like the butterfly now soars into new horizons and beyond.
Sleep well O’ beautiful butterfly
The days of life have passed before you
And now the butterfly has been set free for all eternity.
Copyright Ruth Butler 2015
Born September 8, 1974 – Died
Like the butterfly she was entombed within a cocoon of depression during her lifetime
Alas’ like the butterfly gets its wings, she too gained her wings
Out of the ashes of the darkening days she flew into new horizons of happiness
Darkening days of depression, the cocoon which held her
Could not remain for she had a fighting spirit that would never die
She like the butterfly now soars into new horizons and beyond.
Sleep well O’ beautiful butterfly
The days of life have passed before you
And now the butterfly has been set free for all eternity.
Copyright Ruth Butler 2015
Published 15th Apr 2015
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