Through gentle breezes it spreads life,
Born to never touch the same spot twice.
Such a captivating thing with its fragile wings.
Unbeknownst to keep our smiles
In crystal jars we hold them dear, just to stare.
Instead we weep as death comes smiling.
How do you captivate that free-spirited desire perched on thy lips?
How do you create such an intricate space for life to thrive without inviting death?

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