Some say I have butterflies

Dancing in my head,

Green when winter’s away,

Red when trusting a dream,

Blue in hazy clearings,

Opening my paths

To you

To me

To him…

My yellow butterflies are polished silver

Glowing of ideas,

Shimmering of sparks

above linden flowers

In Spring.

Butterflies are always pink. Remember that.

Picture by Antonis Kalantzis.

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