Tuesday, December 3, 2024

She Catches Butterflies


Her wonder is compared to an adventurous child. 

Tiptoes among the young and old.

She sees the vastness of pain and reason. 

Chasing butterflies for answers among the endless winds. 

She stops at the edge, terrified to take the leap. 

Working hard to catch up to her passions. 

In dreams, she catches butterflies until her reality allows her to take flight.

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