Butterflies ... flowers

     I want to be a butterfly ... you ever seen a butterfly ... you watched his flight ... his joy to meet many flowers ... colored ... His joy to taste their nectar ... free flight and rhythmic ... like a dance ... dedicated to life .......... a short but happy life ......

    Today a butterfly settled on my hand ... and spent about a minute ... a long minute for me ... because somewhere in my soul many feelings rushed ... He stood slightly moving his wings ... He seem looks me ... was something strange ...

 

 

... love is a flower ... and perhaps if I were a butterfly I would have encountered ... but I am not ... just a flower ... of many ...