BUTTERFLIES

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Families of butterflies

Fly above me

Observing them

I rest in the meadow

Lazily, peacefully

Captivated as they

Circle aimlessly

In a breezy dance

Floating carefree

However they please

Beautiful colors

Of blue and gold

Pink and orange

Shades of pastel

Carrying me

 To faraway places

To lands

I will never see

They hypnotize me

With the beauty

Of fragile strength

Until reality

Gives way

And all I see

Is make believe

9 thoughts on “BUTTERFLIES

  1. Reality always strikes when it seems as if you are finally going to get that peace, losing yourself in the dream… How much I dread this reality.. how much I loath the dream that is not real..

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  2. Enjoyed the poem. I’ve written about butterfly’s myself. So beautiful and so easily broken. Dd you know that Monarch Butterfly’s migrate thousands of miles. Such beautiful creatures. I could never be one because I always seem to need WD40 and its much to heavy to carry for a butterfly.

    PS. You are work is always beautiful, but this time I don’t know if I like the you without a voice.🙂

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