Sometimes a heart clings
to a fragment of green
dream as its wings begin
the dying.
I thought it was
a butterfly.
Perhaps butterflies
are dreams reincarnated
in another life,
for those who feared
the letting go
to reach
the height.
Poem and image ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 
Lovely. Love butterflies connected to letting go. 🦋🦋🦋
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Thanks, Jeff. 🤗 The thought fluttered by and landed on my screen! 🙂
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You’re welcome, Laura. 🤗 Always. Ah, I love when that happens. 🦋🦋
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What a wonderfully beautiful concept Laura 💕🦋
“Perhaps butterflies
are dreams reincarnated
in another life,“
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Thanks, Ivor! Never know where the letters will take me! 🤗
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No knowing is the thrill of writing …
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This is prolific and profound…
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Wow. What a comment! Thank you so much! 🤗
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Surely you are welcome…🙏🏾
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I love the central image of a butterfly here. I see them as ephemeral, fragile, yet strong enough to endure.
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