The Language of Butterflies
The most beautiful words I know
are those that are
silently spoken
with my heart.
They flutter inside me like
butterflies of spacious fields
knowing only
red flowers,
long blowing grass,
and mid-afternoon sun.
Sometimes just
the sound of your voice,
a glance into your eyes,
or perhaps the touch of your hand
sends the butterflies aloft.
At such times
the most beautiful sound
rings throughout me
and magic becomes a way of life.
To others
I cannot speak the language
of butterflies
but yet inside me
I listen,
I hear,
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