The Butterfly And The Floating Sun

The beautiful innocent butterfly fly's;

Flying without a doubt,

Ever so gracefully in the deep ocean sky.

Small white delicate wings

Brush against the

Cool

Breezy

Waves of sensational wind.

The floating orange sun-

Floats along beside the unnamed butterfly;

The beauty drawn into one flabbergasting moment:

The butterfly and the floating sun

Just bobbling along…

Nobody knowing

And

Nobody caring…

Until the butterfly flew away

And the orange sun sank into the unknown.

The pale moon twas on the lookout,

The stars too.

Not giving up-

But knowing:

It could be an everlasting moment for them all.

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Where had the butterfly and the floating sun gone?

And would they ever come back?