Sarah Elizabeth Clark Biography

Broken free, the butterfly spreads upon a flower,
Bountiful colors appearing in her flushed wings,
Rustling with the slight, warmest of breezes,
Too fragile to breathe outwards.
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We exist in between time,
Like the sand in the hourglass,
Time on all sides.
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Morality was choice-less,
a decision not so free.
A rule made to impress on me
the way the world should be.
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I will know love because of,
not in spite of, my flaws.
You will pacify mine
and I will rectify yours,
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Night envelops,
Falling darkness.
Lamb asleep,
Resting innocent.
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