Wednesday, August 04, 2021

Dalliance

On every purple crown
The butterflies touch down
To take what nectar there is to be had
They flutter and they twirl
Just like a tilt-a-whirl
And suddenly my day’s not half as bad

Beneath the blue expanse
I watch them dart and dance
And feel (in some way) one with all I see
Though tomorrow’s not for sure
(I hope for many more)
I’m glad for every breath I had to be.

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