December 19th, 2024
Dearest friend,
In the traceless paths of the butterflies,
Where ideas are, but kernels, waiting to gather,
A whisperless dream floats like dandelion seeds,
Wrapped in a delicate cocoon of feathers and rose petals.
At its centre lies the innocence of a pure being,
Kissed by the dust of lightly powdered wings,
Sent from the arms of gentle, heart-led souls,
Present to oversee and protect such a wonder,
Who will mature into a world of sacred belonging.
And it is here in this world,
Of effortless understanding and acceptance,
That distinctive and thoughtful ideas—descendants of grace,
Will earnestly seek their way to an honest fruition.
Sincerely,
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© Soolin Cottle 2024