Two butterflies went out at noon
And waltzed above a stream,
Then stepped straight through the firmament
And rested on a beam;

And then together bore away
Upon a shining sea,-
Though never yet, in any port
Their coming mentioned be.

If spoken by the distant bird,
If met in ether sea
By frigate or by merchantman,
Report was not to me.
Poem by Emily Dickinson

The butterfly is a flying flower,
The flower a tethered butterfly.
- Quote by
Ponce Denis Ecouchard Lebrun

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