More harm than good

Dusty flakes from the butterfly’s wings
Powdered her palm with a silky sheen
She feared she had wounded the fragile thing
After saving it from the tangle of the mesh screen

Or had it come for one final stay
To bask in the warmth of the morning light
before eternity called it to slip away
She worried she forced it to take flight

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