With so many butterflies fluttering by me
Its no wonder the wind is so strong
They are full of life, depressed, exploring
Contained by their passions, though never wrong
All searching for honey and nectar
broken free of their solitary cacoons
stopping and jumping softly to the next
greeting me as I inhale their pollenated blooms
Sometimes I love them, other times I advize
most times I emphathize, by looking in their eyes
My butterflies are many, they come and go
I watch them, help them, pray they grow, and grow...
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a fine poem looking inward the image strong yet gentle hope here truth here understanding life transforms always different the self clinging to change knowing it must happen happiness eventually