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A Fluttering Butterfly
A butterfly fluttered by
my window after the thoughts
of you that occupied my mind
came and went.
Lightness of beauty
coloring a gray morning
of autumn at the end of one more
century of relevance,
dread parading in front
of my overcast eyes,
heavy with the weight of the past
’til
the mass of unresolved drama
sank, unceremoniously,
around the midday mark —
surviving only joy, passion and
the spontaneous spark
that flames the grace in my heart.
And I watch as new possibility
takes flight, following
a fluttering butterfly
up
and into the brightening skies.
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