FIERY BUTTERFLIES

I was thinking about our ancestors. All of them. The cultures and the sacrifices made for the good of the next to come. And who we are now. What we will leave behind.

My dreams

Turned into fiery butterflies

Colorful pin points of light

Dancing free among stars

Until a strong wind came

And blew them all away

Leaving their sweet wings

Sacrificed, soft and broken

A monument of their life

Lying restless at my feet

Fragile little wings moving

And absorbing the moonlight

Fluttering around my feet

Slowly began hugging me

Covering my face

My arms

My feet

Attaching their colors

To my body

In order to carry me

Toward the stars

Where I had been hanging

All my dreams.

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