As love falls from the sky, It lands on a butterfly’s wings. The butterfly sings its songs and rhymes, And flies through the air; no concept of time. It is the messenger of patience and change; from flower to flower, it’s odd. The butterfly can transform its world. And give way to new beginnings, unfurled 🔐
It is the keeper of transformation And flies on faith and imagination. The butterfly, with no fear of change, bravely escapes its homemade cage. To change, it knows, is necessary, For all the burdens we need not carry.🔐
The butterfly soars and merrily sings, For, without change, it could never grow wings.🔐
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