I've always been fond of butterflies
I remember how I constantly bounded to catch them when I was a young girl
Nothing could seize my attention quite as easily
To date, I have to stop and look in awe when I see one fluttering past me
Maybe it's the way they freely go wherever they want, unhindered by the world
Or it could be the way that I am never quite able to catch them, no matter how hard I try
Perhaps it's just the ecstatic feeling I get when one lands on me
I think I will never quite be able to explain my strange interest in them
They will always captivate me
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Through My Looking Glass 🔬
RandomDie wêreld deur my oë, somtyds onderstebo. Ek skryf my siel uit, wanneer die trane die woorde na my stoep toe bring.
