ask the butterfly

don’t let your dreams
lie broken in the dust
pick them up
and hold them close to your chest
press them into your heart
and, if a tear comes,
let it fall gently
upon those dusty visions
they will grow green shoots
and become something new
dreams don’t die
they change
when you love them

ask the butterly

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