Not a Butterfly

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

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