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Why all my Butterflies ....Fly 

For

Fragile colours .....on the wings, of dreams.

They're too..... beautiful,

for me, .......to stay.

Like my aspirations

Their flight 

takes no one, true....... direction ...... fed 

by the warmth...... of a summers, breeze.

And when it's gone......

They lie.... Exhausted. 

So fold their wings, and rest.

Silent....

At the, setting....  of the sun.

Waiting for that morrow.

Should they feel the sun.

And once again..... They'll,

Fly

Away.

Giajl © Jim Love