Flittering, fluttering all about
The
garden on your silent wings,
Gathering
the nectar of each
Flower's
welcome bloom.
Pacing
never, racing ever,
Bothering
no single soul,
You
dance your dance and
Weave
a spell upon your magic loom.
And
I become a witness as
You
search the world in your brief time.
I
watch as you emerge
Breaking
free from your cocoon
In
burst of brilliant colors which
Could
rival Pharaoh's treasures,
And
then disappear to darkness
All
too soon.
Time
escaping, passing by,
Watching
with your painted eye,
Stopping
not to question why.
Fly
my little butterfly.
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