In gardens lush, the butterflies dance,
Their wings aflutter in a fleeting trance.
With colors bold, they paint the air,
But soon they vanish, beyond our stare.
They flit and flutter, never still,
Their beauty fleeting, a moment's thrill.
Though admired by all who see,
They live a life that's wild and free.
Their journey brief, but full of grace,
A symbol of life's fleeting pace.
They teach us to embrace each day,
For life, like them, soon fades away.
Yet humans, rooted to the ground,
In cities bustling, we are found.
We build our lives with walls and stone,
Yet often feel so lost, alone.
We chase our dreams, we seek our goals,
Yet time slips by, like fluttering souls.
But in our hearts, a longing stays,
For fleeting beauty that never strays.
So let us learn from butterflies,
To live each moment, before it flies.
To cherish love, to seize the day,
Before our time, too, fades away.
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This house was never a home
PoésieThis place was never home, The things that lie in it was memorizing some a taunting memory other pleasant some not
