A Butterfly's Silhouette
Floating around spontaneously Amongst the tide of the wind allowing it to sweep me to & fro whilst flapping my beautiful wings steadily not knowing where next I might go once in awhile I can sense an existing trust of the stompers as if certain one's have special markings just like me a replica of my own silhouette peaceful & graceful in movement I feel that same projection of love as I do when nestling a newly found flower I sense good intentions but I also know how unique & special I am & that not everyone deserves to get close to me so once in a very great while I choose one random stomper with a pure heart to go up to a perch on for just a very brief moment to share my affection & to remind them of their strengths & what changes they go through can help them to grow to after all I'm just a capatiller with a butterfly's silhouette
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