A little poetry to mix things up:
Memories
Mariposa moments removed by a gust,
a shimmer dissipating.
Soundless stomach-flutterings of doubt remain
in monarchal landmarks of the mind.
The subject to every object of affection
the dust, scales of the wing,
fall four times flight forever.
Citrus colors catch the attention:
a warning against the attraction.
Ensnared in nets and stifled in chemical jars
they are lost.
Put on display and paraded around,
but can they ever truly match the beauty
of the freedom lost?
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