Butterfly
Butterfly
A mystical, magical moment
A dream so pure, is it real?
I hold out my hand and
Butterflies sit.
Intricately beautiful
Each one a miracle.
A soft breath and they rise.
One by one wings unfolded.
They look like petals
Against the sky.
They sail gracefully by.
A tear silently falls
No words can behold
This feeling of bliss
Of the calmness it gives
Of the sweet sadness as they leave.
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