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Butterfly Reflections

Butterfly Reflections

Why did a butterfly lay it's beautiful wings on my hand? 
It's widespread belief that Butterflies are a family member or a loved one reincarnated? 
but what if it's not? 
what if Butterflies are simply super sensitive to human grief? 
laying their wings
like an angel in disguise 
helping Humans and their grief with a simply gesture and touch, courage from both sides? 
and we? wondering if it really is a sign, a mother or a brother a father or a wife? 
maybe it's just a beautiful insect?
a pure miracle of Mother Nature?
stroking your needs by pure chance?
unknowing you feel close to that in which you lost, even if it's just for a moment? 
Butterfly gets to rest
whilst a grieving soul
bounces back to life.

 

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Jac Tales

We have tiny blue ones that flutter all about the grass and ground in summer. I love chasing them with no intentions of ever catching one. Lovely Verse.

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Rory McGinlay

Into the grounds one flew
And I knew it was you 

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Shirley Harrison

Oh Rory, so romantic 🦋 there's a two liner for a quote or a full poem.in your words my friend. 🌹

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