To feel the breeze brush past
Like the flitting butterfly
To sip the nectar of life
But never to settle with a flower
Its wings of love that flap
Ever to take flight
To nestle only for that moment
To nurture its life,
It never longs, it never lingers
It makes love, in a loving moment
The fleeting, to ever float away
along those streams of time
to never stay
It lets go, it frees itself
That breeze never to standstill
From the cocoon of its past,
A butterfly to burst forth,
The soulful, the life, the colours
If I too could let go, to live
Unmindful of the bygone, or the yet-to-unfurl
I would feel the moment of happiness in that butterfly that swirls
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