Why will the delicacy of a Butterfly land not on thine eye; the window to the soul...
Loss of innocence; touch one of these flower fowl and they die from lost of artistic pigmentation.
Fragility; innocence; was lost to us; as humanity.
Four leafed clovers come upon us once in awhile; by surprise!
Meteor gifts; Christmas morning moments...
Innocence and there not; frustrate our separation; unless they are passing...or feeling empathetic; perhaps?
that's our chance to grasp any....?
Covenant tears drawn on High shower away my sins in the sign of hope.
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