Memories of a Butterfly


The effortless grace of a butterfly,

among the buds of flowers,
the green smell of wet soil,
brings back memories,
of half-hearted moments,
of half-spoken glances,
and the wistfulness of,
something yet to be created.
The head bows,
in deference to the power of the sun,
the butterfly escapes to,
a land where the hours are one.
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