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Nov 2020
Butterflies travel hundreds of miles,
Give new life
then die with the day

A short ride takes us and then erases us,
They converge on a painted tomb
Of frozen colors
Purpose and orange and purples,
Among others
All connected in the dusty wind.

All fades with fall to bring new life
In warmer weather.

Next to the butterfly,
Our lives seem so long.

Perhaps we are butterflies
To some...
Giants in the sky
Look down on us
In a drop of water
Floating by.

Lights flickering in and out-
Fast as light.
Listening to:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WLk-HxPF6Fo
Jen
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Jen  37/F/A Dream
(37/F/A Dream)   
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