Every butterfly, knows this in it's inner being
and yet each forgets it, as soon as it starts flying,
the sweet warmth of each flower inviting him,
honey and nectar abundant in the beginning,
the wind speed that takes him to the bloom--
such happy things ,soon will become a dream.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:06 PM UTC
Every butterfly, knows this in it's inner being
and yet each forgets it, as soon as it starts flying,
the sweet warmth of each flower inviting him,
honey and nectar abundant in the beginning,
the wind speed that takes him to the bloom--
such happy things ,soon will become a dream.
Never forget; the tides will turn.
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