A butterfly hovers closely
And then quickly moves away,
Swiftly going wheresoever
Her heart may freely say.
A butterfly lowers and rises
With the wind's gusty breath,
As if coupled within a dance
Of a loving tenderness.
The butterfly only knows
How it feels to have wings,
To kiss the petals of flowers
In such elegant flitterings.
To have but one moment
Of such an esquisite flight,
Would be like a dream
Where all seems so right.
Author Unknown
The butterfly exhibit was beautiful. I recommend it to anyone. The butterflies landed on our shoulders and hair and flew around so freely.
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