Swimming with butterflies We were bunched leaves..

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Swimming with butterflies We were bunched leaves, friends on an oaken branch, in the sunshine of shared summer, ended when Autumn welcomed our fall to wet earth. Yet we shared a space, between twigs and sodden turf, wind blown butterflies, curled swimmers in the breeze, upwards, sideways,never sure of the final rest. So, when buffeted by cold winds of dead winter, and your hands grip an inkless pen, think not of dank sullen earth because I will think of you, and warm days I swam, with butterflies.