they flirt with the sun
in a slow dance above the flowers
as if they don't care nothing at all.
They may always smile
-yet they may cry secretly-
But no one knows what reasons
are kept locked inside, deep inside.
And they have all the time in the world
to exist and to disappear,
and then go back to life again!
To love a butterfly is not easy.
Love isn't always on time.
A.
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