The Butterfly
The flutter of the butterfly
whispers in the breeze.
It flies so energetically
from flower to flower
It's beauty is perfection.
It is a gift of love.
Perchance its wafting action
is more than a daub on canvas,
so dark and dank and cold.
It's folly to paint its flight.
it might be happenstance, but
I left my paints at home.
3/6/2019 The Butterfly Emile Pinet
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