little butterfly
yellow and bold
on my little finger
keeps its hold
rests alert
and at peace
the yellow
butterfly
looks at ease
perched on a
finger
not worried
what the next
moment
brings
thorns or a flower
no care has it
i whisper goodbye
n a gentle breeze
escorts with it
in its magic carpet
a deep crimson red
to a lush green
meadow
in a faraway land
a little yellow…
Butterfly..
perched in my
hand
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