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The wings
Perched on your finger
Flutter,
The life you hold
Quivers with beauty
Too free to be contained
Too joyful to be bottled
In the little jar you screw tight.
When you open your eyes
You find your finger bare
No jar and shattered glass.
Because only in your dreams
Can you catch a butterfly
And keep it.
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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