Once with astonishment
I stole a butterfly
from the end
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How I cherish the memories of every butterfly I have ever seen, and hope for forgiveness from those I hurt as a child...how I longed to capture their beauty, hold it in my hand...and hurt the thing I loved the most. But isn't that what we do to all those we love the most...hurt them the most? The depth of your insight never ceases to amaze me!
Oh Donall I wish it was but one butterfly I had to make amends to. Insightful piece of beautiful poetry you have gifted us with here.-10