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When I see a butterfly I smile

When I see a butterfly, I smile.

With my eyes I chase the butterfly, my body following.

The butterfly flutters, aimless here and there. 

I think, am I not like the butterfly? I smile.

By thomas

Born in Copenhagen, Denmark. Master of Law from University of Copenhagen. A free and loving spirit roaming the world in joy and peace. The way is compassion and harmony.

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