Pray to the mother. Your mother.

 

 

 

The butterfly comes for me.

flies to me.

past my eyes.

only to let me know

what beauty is.

how it simply is.

how it has freedom to evolve.

into things that most will never understand.

except certain eyes. certain minds

with certain smiles.

I, the butterfly.

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