Flap your pretty wings
and take flight.
Leave the masses behind.
Fly high to the sky and above.
Soar through the clouds.
Look down upon us.
At those left behind.
To lead our mundane lives.
Fly high and be happy.
FLAP YOUR WINGS
Flap your pretty wings
and take flight.
Leave the masses behind.
Fly high to the sky and above.
Soar through the clouds.
Look down upon us.
At those left behind.
To lead our mundane lives.
Fly high and be happy.
SUSANNE LEIST 
I love your words. They’re not whimsy. Most people don’t know how to appreciate the little things in life like moths and butterflies.
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Those butterflies — I’m drawn to them like a moth (their cousin) to a flame. I bet they do think we live mundane lives, so spirit filled as they are. Perhaps that’s why they fly near, to show us the beauty and truth in the world – all that is whimsy. 🙂
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“thank you so much. I wasn’t sure if it was good enough to post.
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Simply superb!
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