Don't ever underestimate
the power of a butterfly
they may look and feel fragile
yet within each one
is a reincarnated soul
and today
one of these beautiful butterflies
flew onto my shoulder
and just sat for a while.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
The disappearing butterfly, cherish the moment.
I just get pigions dropping stuff on my shoulder.
Ah but that's good luck. 🌹
Even the reincarnated need a rest from time to time. I have had this happen on several occasions and can't help but wonder what the animal is thinking. A fluttering bug of beauty choosing me for a resting spot. If only we could understand their language
Such kind words dear sorrenbarret 🌹
My pleasure, Teddy
Dearest Teddy, this really moved me…there’s a quiet peace in this moment that just settles in. It feels gentle, but there’s something deeper humming beneath it…like a small encounter carrying something much bigger. Beautiful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Ah bless you my dear Tristan for your beautiful words. 🌹
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