Social Butterfly
In the middle of my garden
I am in luck to find a bundle of silly little butterflies
Not a one has a mind (of their own)
Just movement in mass confusion
Is my immediate conclusion
Fluttering by
As if they could touch the sky
Sometimes I stop and stare
As they pass by, as if they didn't care
Ever so carefully
Ever so effortlessly
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