Later is a kaleidoscope of butterflies lost in the wind.
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Man is a man but man is not yet the man until he tells the difference between moth and butterfly.
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The flight of butterflies designs in gloomy mind the collage
of ecstasy, framed by the beauty of life
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Live your life like a butterfly, as if it was your last summer.
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Slow learners are not at all dumb actually their are quite the opposite. They are like moths that slowly transforms into magnificent butterflies.
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"Each day God has many magical butterflies dancing on flowers for us to enjoy."
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Jellyfish are just butterflies under water.
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I honestly don't think that poetry comes from any egg or cocoon of humble...us butterflies and peacocks of literature.
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It is the universe that moves the butterfly!
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Butterflies are the souls of caterpillars, they are borne from the inside out, they last for only a short while to start their hurricanes, to leave their beautiful imprint on their new world, before they leave to regenerate again in another place;
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if one butterfly could flutter its wings to set molecules of air in motion, to move other molecules of air, to eventually start just one hurricane - just imagine what a legion of butterflies could achieve with their vibrations raising each other and all that is good in ‘being’ to higher levels to transform each other.
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Through chaos, great change occurs. It gets worse before it gets better. Butterflies are fragile, but they are the souls of caterpillars, strong enough to wave their messages of rebirth through. Don’t get me started on Bees. Love. Joy. Be.
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Whether one appreciates or depreciates a butterfly,
One should know the actual fact, that –
Ultimately –
A butterfly is a butterfly…!
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Ah butterfly,
what dreams do you ply
with your beautiful wings?
—Chiyo-ni, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch (keywords: nature, dream, dreams, flying)
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Butterflies undergo metamorphosis before they had exquisite wings and so will you! There is a reason why God put you on that chrysalis.
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It is the nature of loveliness to vanish,
as butterfly wings, batting against nothingness,
seek transcendence ...
('Flight' by Michael R. Burch)
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5. Poetry is cake on a golden platter, eaten with fork, spoon, butter knife or greedy hands.
Robert J. Lindley
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"What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly." - Lao Tzu
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'Time was like butterfly ahead so i decided to hoop along with my flaps, courage forgoing flaws'
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Birdsong clings to the oak, birch and pine as butterflies dance across fresh petals with delight at the sigh of nectar bees sip like white wine.
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a red butterfly stirred me from my crimson sheets- kissed my scarlet lips
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By looking down at the Caterpillar will not change the fact that it is a Butterfly in process.
Your cursing words can not kill the Kaleidoscope of butterflies hidden inside Her belly.
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Swim against the current, be "weird". Be the butterfly in the midst of caterpillars. I've asked a question many times but have never gotten the correct answer, "What is weird?" Weird is befriending the friendless. Standing up to the worst jeers from the worst bullies. "Weird is unique". It's doing what no one else will because they are afraid to be seen by others as something different. "Normal" is just ununiqueness disguised as something beautiful. Be the star that lights the path for millions.
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I love the "brushed kiss".... the "butterfly moment", when magic ignites a fire that can never go out...
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I love the "brushed kiss".... the "butterfly moment", when magic ignites a fire that can never go out...
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jack fiddles life away on his thumbs~the little digits beating like drums~over loaf he brows~buttering skid rows~from his jam he's awaits for crumbs
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People who are nice like bread and butter
quite often get mistaken, for a sandwich.
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"HONEY," she smiles,"life ain't all butterflies, bluebirds and perfumed rooms full of sweet peas and roses...Kiddo, more times than not, you're the knight in shining armour." Leanne Lovejoy-Burton
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Wish I could float like a butterfly sting like a bee if I could i"d be Ali
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My scenario, not begotten. For all else live in a cocoon here, insulated and isolated, honing their poetry in darkness and shadows ... to one day their poems taking flight like beautiful butterflies.
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