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When butterflies fly
When butterflies fly
They always defy a strong wind
Yet they are always silent
Frail as a child
When butterflies sleep
They are in the kingdom of heaven
In the infinite, divine haven
And yet in this world at the same time
When butterflies cry
The wind cries in the kingdom of souls
But makes the hearts shine again
Their laughter, loud and soft at the same time
When butterflies dream
They dream of sunshine
Of colourful flowers, plants, trees
Fragrant nectar, nymphs and little angels
When butterflies die
A part of you dies too
But all its heirs
Are always a part of the here and now
- Norbert Hergl -
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I am retired and paint, photograph, write and play music as a hobby.
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