Floating on heavy breezes
Wings carry you, stem to stem
Much like prayers in church.
Neither are heard by others unless
One bends close and listens
With her eyes.
A gift indeed to hear that which
Is most precious or hidden away
Do not look away when given
Such intimate moments to share or
Observe. Take great care when stained glass wings come to you.
Clever way to look at the butterly..very nice
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