with their brave little propellers
What can they do
against the winds of darkness,
Even as butterflies are beaten back
Even as butterflies are beaten back
by hurricanes
yet do not die
yet do not die
They lie in wait wherever
they can hide and hang
their fine wings folded
and when the killer-wind dies
they flutter forth again
into the new-blown light
live as leaves
~ Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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