Mysteries do unfold as the butterfly flies,
Like the sunsets, and the moon rises.
Colors glorious, a prism of pure light,
Born on the wings of paradise......a misty cloud.

A special spirit messenger, blessings poetically,
Always returing from far away.
Delicate angel eyes, unique perception,
To live for one purpose, another life......creation.

Rest softly on gentle breezes, awakening,
Your message is clear and from the ONE.
Come share the mysteries of our creator,
With admiration and veneration......butterfly.

by starhoku

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You are Kindred Spirit

June 29, 1998