Butterfly
The wind blows the butterfly, bouncing in the air.
The butterfly does not fight it,
it coasts and rides the wind,
opening its wings
as if it were in control of this personal wave of wind.
It reaches its destination.
Copyright © Mike Liquori | Year Posted 2015
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