Do butterflies know how beautiful they are?
When they flaunt their colors up in the air When they dance, float, fly Do they know - How us mere humans see them? How envious we are of their freedom? How curious we are of their lightness? Nothing weighs on those fairies It seems Nothing sticks And hurts And troubles Their little fragile hearts. To be a human is to wonder What it is like to be a butterfly. ***
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AuthorIn April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling. Categories
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