I am beauty interspaced
with utility and fragrant green.
I am ethereal, ever laced
on wings of delicate
self spun sheen.
I am curiosity,
wound, through string and earth.
hidden then into sun-iced light,
to touch the fragile unfurled birth,
I am the little cabbage white.
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A beautiful poem. It is clear you are a delicate and tender butterfly yourself, seeing wonderful things the rest of us have missed. Best wishes.