“I knew the power of a single wish, after all. Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world.” Alice Hoffman, The Ice Queen
Pressure builds to the last straw A butterfly unfolds its wings Toes coil down on cliff's edge The flippy flop flips to pause In a coin tossed spins in the wind Fate's fair is on hold in the air For a tiny puff can Blow out the candle Or make the butterfly Take to the air Or send momentous whispers in murmuring ripples that propagate To shake the milieu Not stir Toppling happenstance over
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