Dearest butterfly, O so beautiful with your colors and heus.
Dearest moth, through your shades that lay one must reflect on the mystery of two.
Dearest day and night, let our hearts soar and tale flight. Let us not devide yet learn to see me as a shadowed reflection, our darkness, our light.
Together like a dance we move from left to right. holding onto a vow worth all life.
Morning star, nightly moon
through life and death
I belong with you.
©timothyiri
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