Butterflies (ode to the dust)

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Caresses of the air and your eye

go through yet another change of form

when, from their desire to reach you

with a warmer love

they let their bodies die and transcend

into the beings of light which are

the playful fingertips of the sun

leaving behind only

the dust from their wings,

once needed to fly

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