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My butterfly is no longer mine,
I wonder if she ever really was;
When she alights on my shoulder
I know she wants me to hold her -
Flies off and she's mine no longer.
My butterfly so frail and fine,
I wonder if I was ever hers;
When she returns to kiss me again
I know she's more than just a friend -
Flies off and gone forever more.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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I'm constantly reminded, nothing lasts forever. And that really means nothing at all.
Second law of thermodynamics.
Cheers, thanks.
3 days is too short a window
that's more a fling;
I night fish
for longer lived, opportunities
erm
like, maybe - fireflies...?
lol
(forgive me, in a funny mood)
thanks for sharing, dear poet
There are fireflies as well... but that's for a bit later, L.B. The insect life cycle is too short to be of much use to longer relationships. The metaphor sticks well in that case. Cheers. C.B.
I'm still working out the first law of thermo-wotsits, but good write CB. lol.
Thanks orchidee. I'm amazed at the linking of butterflies with physics... anything is possible!
I was gonna ask a butterfly (well, I chat with my imaginary talking dog, Fido) about thermodynamics, but it flew off when I sang a song to it. lol.
Beautifully written piece Bard.
Thanks, Crow. Much appreciated.
Things do come and go but that love will be with you forever.
Andy
That's an awesome way to look at things! Thanks, Andy.
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