#946-Ironic
03/03/2020
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Drink dear butterfly.
Then fly,
Float,
Dance,
Be free.
May you remind,
Those who see,
Of nature’s fragility.
Nothing lasts.
It’s the bittersweet essence,
Of life’s ironic beauty.
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