Another poem by by Lee. This may have been shared at some point here but poems are good to repeat.
White Butterfly by Autumn Lee
I
Recall
The day I
Caught a little
Butterfly
In my
Hands.
It
Was white
And so small,
Even in my
Own small
Hands.
I
Recall
The gasp I
Gave at seeing
The creature
So close
Then.
So
Pretty,
I thought, and
Vulnerable,
Fluttering
In my
Hands.
I
Recall
Blowing on
The butterfly,
Willing it
To fly
Free.
It
Fluttered
Up, away
From me, into
The sky, soon
Just a
Speck.
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