Flittering and floating,

From flower to shoulder,

To the top of my head.

As if to tell me,

Sometimes we float away from love,

And sometimes love floats back to us.

I’m struck by her beauty,

And a little sad when she leaves.

Float back!

I silently scream.

Come back to me,

My shoulder beckons her.

And finally,

She arrives.

Dancing before my lens.

Blowing me a kiss,

Before she leaves once more.

Published by Analiese Kennedy

Ecology and anything outdoors is my Jam! We love exploring new places and connecting with others over a good meal and wine.

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