Blue Butterfly
Like a butterfly they are beautiful.
Even in a vast meadow I could see them dancing.
As if stuck in their own harmony, flashes of blue, shadows of them dance.
I could only think "Oh, how gorgeous".
To find a love as beautiful as that butterfly.
They sit resting on the daisies basking in the light.
My blue butterfly, I am so proud of you.
For, S.F.
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