Butterflies From The Flame Poem by Dev Anand

When I pray all alone thinking of you
butterflies will fly from the flame
of prayer which I hold in my palms.

They are the messengers of my heart.
I sent them to you in deep yearning.

When they come to you
will you whisper to them
about our love
our sacred love
our love of beauty.


(Graphic: Yadira Lomas saved to Magia
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"El sol nos habla por medio de la luz, con aroma y color lo hacen las flores, el aire con las nubes, nieve y lluvia." Hermann Hesse. Pinterest)