I rode upon the tip of a butterfly wing,
We soared and glided through the warming.spring.
We jaunted there apon a fantastic ride,
Over streams and dreams and oceans tide.
We flapped and flew for several hours,.
Into an endless sky, Our trail descended to the tears where nature cries.
Oh butterfly, my love, I adore your wondrous hue,.
So vibrant, strong and virtuous through.
A song so sweet my ears they ring,.
The notes invoke the flight, our voices sing.
Oh butterfly may peace and love find us here and now in everything.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 2nd, 2025 07:54
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Such a beautiful image, that of a butterfly. A great metaphor of love or of one loved. Colorful and seemingly carefree yet so vulnerable, they do no harm, bring beauty in their flight of color and pollinate flowers of beauty. Peaceful thy make no sound. A wonderful write.
A very nice compliment. Thank you Sorenbarrett.
Beautiful
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