Our eyes would follow the ladybird to its new perch on a prickly bush covered in butterflies. You’d watch the butterflies as they flit from flower to flower, their wings lit up like fine silk draped over a soft lantern. You’d smile and think that I was watching them too. When really I’d be watching you, mesmerised by your beauty, your hair a glow of entangled light threads, your eyes moving through shades of green and blue brighter than volcanic pools and your smile. I’d want your smile to last forever.


May your dreams be carried on the wings of butterflies.

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