Butterflies of preciousness
Just woken up in openess

Fly so gently through thin air
On their way to no man’s land

Landing there in silent places
Of the open wounded heart

Working, still in loving comfort
Healing wounds that were not there

And return to distant farness
With a fragment of our hearts …

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