A Butterfly Remembered We fly, we dance, we live. We are fleeting, our beauty remembered. There is double power in reflection. If you see us hovering over water Make a wish, it will come true. Foolish thought, you’re thinking. How do you suppose I became this way? My wish was to fly. Here I am in blue splendour. Before my time is up, I will wish again To be as I was, with a life of a butterfly remembered… ©AnitaDawes2022
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