We are the butterfly lovers
Who sit and watch the change
From chrysalis to wonder
For which we can’t explain
You go to sleep as one thing
Then wake as something else
Whose beauty does astound us
As if you have lost yourself
Now in wings like paper
You glide and skim around
Dancing over flowers
Without a single sound
Your stay will be so fleeting
For that is all your time
A day or two in summer
To show your wares divine.
PTT
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