Finches and butterflies seem to be of the same mind.
They startle you with the softness of their arrival
and lift off from their perches
just as you seek to form what you know will be even less than a temporary bond.
And their departure leaves you with a profound sense of loss that they’ve left you
rather than the feeling of gratitude that they’ve graced you with their presence
and contributed to your happiness
even if they were just temporary beauties.
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