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The butterfly in the amber

Was oh so tightly,

Tightly sealed

But dreaming of wild, joyous flight

She Sighed in endless slumber

And when, at last the crystal melted

She fluttered her long stilled wings

Which, like fine iridescent powder

Cru m b l e d

As she moved.

Butterfly in the Amber

by Katharine Jin