My beautiful butterfly ?

…It’s ok if you want to fly your own way

if you want to make your own wind.

An almost unnoticed breeze in the morning fog

the first rays of sunshine

make your colors dazzling – red, purple, black, and yellow.

Dance, my beautiful butterfly, dance! Do a piruette! And a loop!

Make your own wind, make the music of the breeze and of the storm,

let your wings be filled with the wind,

and aim at the stars and catch the universe.

And then.

Search your way back and take a break. Take a rest.

Don’t worry.

I’ll be here. Always.


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