In the gentle breeze,
Wrapped in a whisper of peace,
We grow weary of the endless chase,
Yet pause to gaze,
Realizing it was just a phase,
As we long for the golden days.
The larvae fades, its time has flown,
The heart still desires the unknown
Thus begins the endless flight—
Chasing butterflies in borrowed light.
Feb 25, 2025
Feb 25, 2025 at 2:55 AM UTC
In the gentle breeze,
Wrapped in a whisper of peace,
We grow weary of the endless chase,
Yet pause to gaze,
Realizing it was just a phase,
As we long for the golden days.
The larvae fades, its time has flown,
The heart still desires the unknown
Thus begins the endless flight—
Chasing butterflies in borrowed light.
#butterfly #love #transformation #larvae
