Butterfly
Butterflies
Rays of sunlight on a crochet of colors, contrast and shapes.
Feet slowly walking; heart beating fast with excitement
Where will he be?
Eyes searching, ears listening, hands reaching, fingers clenching.
There he is.
Beautiful. Gracious. Delicate. Soft, unimaginable patterns and divine colors.
So unique, no two ever the same.
Some are caught, can be hold and admired.
Soft to the touch, an immaculate creature.
Some to stay out of reach; these are the ones we tend to visualize in our dreams.
Dream to live, to hope.
Believe it is yours to cherish.
Its beauty leaves one speechless.
Blessed with its presence, know, even as you are allowed to admire, it is not to be kept.
It is to be treated tenderly and set free.
Reminiscent of beauty and perfection.
So small and delicate; yet an impression unforgettable and unrepeatable.
Beautiful creature scintillating.
Forever, you’ll be remembered.
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