Aug 15, 20201 min read

The whole kaleidoscope

Meadow brown butterflies

caught up in a thin mesh

A torn forewing

is too painful

the whole kaleidoscope

locks - the orange flit stills

The thin mesh is a smirk; it forms where the lies lurk

Meadow brown butterflies

feel their release as one

A loved forewing

knits together

the whole kaleidoscope

lifts - it is the Lord’s work

The new mobility restores nobility

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