Two butterflies out over the pond
Join in a ballet choreographed
Eons past, lifting each other to heights
Untried alone, descending in
Ordered swirl without sense of fear.
.
They dance, dance, dance for what must have
Seemed an eternity in lives so short.
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Until on the far bank they find
A blooming mimosa where each
Settles on a different blossom,
Never to dance again.
jeffreyandersonfiction 