A butterfly hovers closely
And then quickly moves away, Swiftly going where so ever Her heart may freely say.
A butterfly lowers and rises With the wind’s gusty breath, As if coupled within a dance Of a loving tenderness.
The butterfly only knows How it feels to have wings, To kiss the petals of flowers In such elegant flitterings.
To have but one moment Of such an exquisite flight, Would be like a dream Where all seems so right.
— Author Unknown
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