Monday, April 1, 2019

Butterfly

You see the butterfly
Upon the flower
You sneak up very very quietly
You cup your hands around it

You hold the butterfly
You marvel at it
You wonder about
What makes it fly

You hold its for a moment
Then release it back into the sky

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