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He was like a lyre
Like a cry of an arrow
vibrating in the air
He was a rainbow
And he still somewhere is
Good, free
he felt the world
Beautiful and abject
With the warm, sensitive shudder
Do you remember?
What was so special
About him?
He could still be here
But something inside him
Just broke
He wanted to jump
Too high

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Wonderful poem, it has imagery, story and the imagination, thanks for sharing.
Even most difficult mountains and hills look very beautiful from far away and one realizes their steepness and other formidable features when one goes near them. Similarly butterflies too have to face keen struggle for existence though one may take them as carefree and happiest species. Beautifully conceived thought provoking poem. Thanks for sharing.10 + points.