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Butterflies

We move in this life of dreams  
Moments speak, everything  
The spirits of the winds  
Plants, animals, trees
   
Connections  
Bridges  
Some stones fallen  
Memories pool  
In the ripples below  
   
I saw a butterfly that day  
Small, orange, slowly wing  
Only to land on the handle  
Beside where I stood  
I watched, it waited  
I slowly drew close my finger  
It fluttered, not far  
And following slowly  
It landed on my hand  
   
No one noticed, just I  
Alone with this butterfly  
Connections not chances  
   
Romance  
Creativity  
Metamorphosis  
   
Here in someplace distant  
Someplace new  
   
I saw her the first day just the briefest of moments  
T-shirt and blue jeans, blonde hair pulled back in a bun  
Blue eyes  
I knew. She knew.    
There's a way eyes trail in passing glances  
Lingering fire  
   
I want to recapture golden  
Lightning in a jar  
The myth I believed, everything  
Not the truth of who we are  
   
Some moments are everything  
In the scatter of our lives  
Some moments, some places, some people  
Sometimes stars align
Written by AverageJoe (Average Joe. AJ. Joe)
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Author's Note
Mat Kearney - Nothing Left to Lose @ https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=a7YP4k7rMuc&pp=ygUUbm90aGluZyBsZWZ0IHRvIGxvc2U%3D
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