What was that thing that flew past me? A beautiful
Monarch butterfly? Or was it a glance
from a caring eye that came back to make me
smile? Perhaps just an idea from inside myself
suggesting a path to take. Maybe a memory
of long ago, a moment in time, revisited.
From whence it came, I just don’t know, but it
takes my spirits and soars. ‘Tis the butterfly
of dreams and memories that warms this aging heart.
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