Behind our eyes a mirror of voices
A chorus behind our stories and choices
Time spans a butterflies wings
weaving tapestries, blinked
our roots, doors unhinged
today’s present was never prophecy
but by flutters dance we are here
on the tail end of of butterfly prayer
I love this poem Matt – great imagery🦋🙌
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I love yur ending on this, Matt!
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Thank!
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