Tiny whispers of wind are suddenly filled
With the snowflake butterflies and Figure-eight flaps of tissue paper wings Steering through the rapids and eddies of air Somehow always moving northeast. Your distraction arrives in time To remind me of perspective Small things that appreciate small things. Brown-veined white wings Like the spin-drift of cotton Bumping together As a patterned migration. Your journey is a silent whisper flow like Muted music Your visual notes not stopping for breath. Like unseasonal blossoms you Float as daytime stars. What drives your urge to move on So far across rivers and mountains and oceans? Monumental distances. Powdered white swooning and swaying. Mesmerizing. Your butterfly effect makes me pause in wonder Adding grace to the world.
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