serendipitous butterfly
the colour of cloud and sky
and the stripes of a stranded shell
she must have been born in
from the sea foam of a dream
our smiles met
on a wisp of a wave
the ocean spilled into eternity
before dusk merged her with the darkening sea.
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i adore 'from the sea foam of a dream' and concluding two lines especially. it's wistful yet brimming with abundance of hope.
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