12 thoughts on “Fragile Butterflies

  1. The butterfly dances and darts
    The wings of the monarch an art
    The tingles on spine when when it starts
    The pulse races, laces, graces our hearts

    As seasons do flow, blending to next
    The butterfly breaks out of it’s chrysalis
    Aloft in in our hopes our love stays in bliss

    It all started with a passionate kiss
    The winter has come the butterfly gone
    Cruel is this time that has broken our bond
    (end)

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