In the quiet of the morning
When the moon is still propped up outside your bedroom window
Put on a colourful sundress and step out into the blue sky to compliment.
Wander in a way so as not to disturb the sleepers
But rustle enough leaves to make you feel like you are being cheeky
That you have a secret no one has taken the time to discover yet.
Stop when the sun bathes you in such brightness you are forced to see differently
And stand
And wait
And be warmed.
When your skin begins to tickle
take yourself to the bridge and listen.
The sound of running water doesn’t want anything more than
And when the butterfly rests on your hand
Listen to it when it says you are loved
For there is no greater love than from a butterfly that can feel your desire for peace.



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