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This is a free verse poem which tells how a poem receives life. |
| A butterfly does not marvel at its own beauty, nor does it question why it draws its strength from its fragility or if a higher power called it into being. Emerging from deep within the cocoon of the poet's heart, a poem is transformed into words by blood and muscle, seeking to extend its life by connecting with human eyes, by being invited into the heart. |