Butterfly Beauty
I’ve never lived
In the valley of the sun,
I’ve never slept
In a magnolia bed,
I’ve never brushed
My loved one’s hair
On a Saturday morning
Or kissed her eyes
After she’s wept.
Life is butterfly beauty
Flying away;
The essence of joy
Is only momentarily sensed
And impossible to possess.
I must be grateful
For every heartbeat of this existence.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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