This is a golden shovel I wrote, inspired by a haiku that I read online. I can’t remember who wrote it, but it’s absolutely beautiful. It goes:

Wearily she waves,

The white flag of surrender,

Cobwebbed butterfly.

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The day ends, stubbornly and wearily,

Lost in thought, alone, she,

Remembers love lost, as the ocean waves,

Crash against the cliffs, beneath the,

Moon’s judgmental gaze, stark and white,

She stands, defeated, raising the flag,

Of her own battles, her silent plea of,

Along awaited surrender,

To the night, her heart cobwebbed,

Her spirit broken, like the fragile wings of a butterfly.