That Butterfly

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That Butterfly

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That butterfly, that flew

to greet me in the morn,

it melted me, in wonder,

like before being born…

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In mesmerizing charming

of such an off-world dance,

again it keeps me smiling

and dreaming like in trance…

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The fascinating movements,

so light, invite me see,

there are no laws he’s slave of.

That butterfly is free!

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He obeys no direction.

Trajectory, can’t see!

Sweet, fascinating being,

a master is he, free!…

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How wondrous, to discover,

in mesmerizing glee,

so small, a tiny being

in Your Laws swimming free…

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I wish I’d smash, in power,

my shackles, and then see

to dance like butterfly

in Father’s world of Free!…

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butterfly, flickr

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