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LIKE A BUTTERFLY

LIKE A BUTTERFLY

Who are are you that
Hold me up when I am weak?
I think that you are a tree
And I am a friendly wind
That gently blows through
Your motionless branches,
Tangling when touched
And your silent leaves soften
The dancing breeze that
Clearly knows no relief
From the ceaseless momentum
Of life that began like
A flirting butterfly
Sailing in the sky!

Romeo Della Valle
(c) All rights reserved-2016
New York City

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