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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 14 Feb 2012 22:43:30 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://www.ayereternal.net/bird-and-the-butterfly/"><rss:title>Bird and the Butterfly</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.ayereternal.net/bird-and-the-butterfly/</rss:link><rss:description></rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2012-02-14T22:43:30Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://www.ayereternal.net/bird-and-the-butterfly/2009/8/26/the-bird-and-the-butterfly-the-ever-persistant.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://www.ayereternal.net/bird-and-the-butterfly/2009/8/26/the-bird-and-the-butterfly-the-ever-persistant.html"><rss:title>-</rss:title><rss:link>http://www.ayereternal.net/bird-and-the-butterfly/2009/8/26/the-bird-and-the-butterfly-the-ever-persistant.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Ayer Eternal</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-08-26T05:04:02Z</dc:date><dc:subject></dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="text-decoration: underline;">the Bird and the Butterfl</span>y~</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The ever-persistant, fluttering bird hovered down to sing to her,</p>
<p>not knowning what was to transpire, he might've sang another day.</p>
<p>So it now betold that on this particular moment, his only doing</p>
<p>was trying to comfort her in the presence of her skies turned grey.</p>
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<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<p>A tale betold of one honest bird</p>
<p>and butterfly whom he admired.</p>
<p>Great curiousity for her splendid wings</p>
<p>little bird sought and so desired.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>It was in this winter evening the early</p>
<p>bird fled to catch his favorite worm.</p>
<p>So it betold his curious nature and</p>
<p>admiration became reason to mourn.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>For her delicate wings sailed forever</p>
<p>across the sky who wakes heavenly</p>
<p>mountains. Wings emerge with vivid colors</p>
<p>of a thousand desert regions bleeding holy</p>
<p>vice for her to bathe as do tumbleweeds run</p>
<p>away from disgrief. Ave Maria was sung to her</p>
<p>merit and brought comfort to the air as it</p>
<p>inspired and the unrivaled spirit of her reflection.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>Her essence seemed so great that it inspired</p>
<p>the young bird to fly close to her, by her side.</p>
<p>And so he did for many months had passed</p>
<p>and his and her wings felt secure and unified.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>She was embellished with the finest flowers</p>
<p>residing on the little birds nest, upon towering</p>
<p>tree tops in the highest mountains by the great</p>
<p>falling waters -showcasing earth at her very best.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
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<p>"Such a beautiful voice that comes from thee..."</p>
<p>she spoke once or twice to he. " You are feather</p>
<p>as I am too brittle, so I must confine our distance</p>
<p>on this branch for this reason I leave unhithered.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>"Don't go my beautiful creature, I live once and</p>
<p>once alone and you are worth my song and respect."</p>
<p>Speaks the silent bird, "Let it be known, that all of</p>
<p>this place has no beauty without you in retrospect."</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>But fate had its way when the virtuously perfect</p>
<p>creature's wings were torn by the fatal adoration</p>
<p>of the bird whose only intention was to hold on to her</p>
<p>luminous flight, thus destroyed by his admiration.</p>
<p>&nbsp;</p>
<p>The dark clouds roared in outrage and the heavens bolts</p>
<p>struck upon them. The tiny bird, lost unsightly essence</p>
<p>of his butterfly within the debris. Thus to the end, he seeks</p>
<p>ways to amend torn wings in hopes of finding credence.</p>
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