Butterfly in dreams
I dreamt of butterflies
that came at five before sunrise.
They were pink, purple, and blue.
Each looked like crayons on paper
except they were moving with the wind
in synchronized movements.
Passing through like memories.
They moved in hushed silence
with secrets unknown to all,
and dancing an ancient tune
that only time could witness.
I stare.
Oh, my heart longs to know.
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