Tag: butterfly
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Frail Butterfly
It brushed my arm, lightly caressing as it winged lazily flapping by me, bright blue amongst the long green grasses of the overgrown verges. — My eyes followed its gentle passage, none but me to see its fair fluttering, resting so sensitively on each sweet, nectar filled flower in the hedgerow. — Camera at the…
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The Hearth of the Multitude
The memorial bench, a seat in the mystery of time, where I can sit, and my heart swell with the beauty of the place where he sat and contemplated the view. __ The mist far out to sea cooled the sultry spring air, Silent, eyes closed, no wind and somewhere not far a bud opened,…
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Butterfly Memory
It brushed my arm, lightly caressing as it winged lazily flapping by me, bright blue amongst the long green grasses of the overgrown verges. — My eyes followed its gentle passage, none but me to see its fair fluttering, resting so sensitively on each sweet, nectar filled flower in the hedgerow. —- Camera at the…
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