Artichokes like Comets
Blue Butterflies
She saw the blue butterflies dancing at her feet.
They moved with the wind.
Oh, to be so free, she thought.
She remembered her sweet love
and how he treated her as a flower
Just as these butterflies were
They were delicate, untroubled things
Oh, to be so free, she thought.
To love like a butterfly
To dance, and hover, and caress
like a butterfly.
A blue butterfly.
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