Chasing Butterflies

In the elusiveness of her
She is like a butterfly
Pretty to look at  
But,
Hard to catch
Admires do stare
Wishing to get close
She may toy with the idea
Of allowing herself to get caught
But once you try to grab a hold
She’ll slip through your fingers  
For it was just a fleeting thought
They bask at her colors
So multifaceted she is
Leaving one mesmerized
But reality comes to be
When she
Is gone with the wind
 
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