Through time and experience, I’ve learned this: they are not ours to keep. They are butterflies awaiting their final flight. We love them for where they are at, but when the butterfly flies, we cannot contain them.
Tag: Grief
Through time and experience, I’ve learned this: they are not ours to keep. They are butterflies awaiting their final flight. We love them for where they are at, but when the butterfly flies, we cannot contain them.
Tapestry Tales 