Ephemeral
Two white butterflies,
Go nowhere,
In fluttering harmony,
Composing
A sensual dance
With their wings,
As drifting clouds
Float slowly over
In changing shapes,
Gifts of nature.
Intrinsic and
Observable,
Mysterious,
Ephemeral.
Copyright © James Fredholm | Year Posted 2015
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