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To begin again is difficult...knowing where you've been;
Pretend that I am a butterfly, dancing with the wind. Pretend that you are on earth, and I am your sky. And if I were a butterfly, would you choose to capture me with your bewildered smile? I am a butterfly. I am a butterfly. You must be gentle. You must be warm. You must be careful lest you burn me with your fire. Are you so heartless that you would clip my wings and ignore my cries? Are you so ruthless that you would gladly drain my spirit until it dries? Oh how cold your fingertips feel against my wings. Stroking. Amuse me with tales of love and impossible things. For I am a butterfly, collector of dreams.
To begin again...building words with whatever remains.
Pretend that I am a butterfly, dancing with the wind. Pretend that you are on earth, and I am your sky. And if I were a butterfly, would you choose to capture me with your bewildered smile? I am a butterfly. I am a butterfly. You must be gentle. You must be warm. You must be careful lest you burn me with your fire. Are you so heartless that you would clip my wings and ignore my cries? Are you so ruthless that you would gladly drain my spirit until it dries? Oh how cold your fingertips feel against my wings. Stroking. Amuse me with tales of love and impossible things. For I am a butterfly, collector of dreams.
To begin again...building words with whatever remains.
(1 butterfly | set free)