A butterfly does not turn out giant.
Four little wings that are brightly coloured and patterned woven into love in the belly.
Can you feel the scaly wings of Laba-laba flying through our world in jubilant symphony?
Heart-to-heart, dawn-to-dawn.
Flying through the emotional camaraderie of brimming love, of forgotten hearts.
A sojourn of exceptional feelings from first sight to this new chapter spun.
This butterfly never ages.
This butterfly never breaks nor runs at sight of sun nor rain.
Pollinates over geniune desires, feelings, and over recapitalisation that swallows peers.
It flies and pollinates with pride and purpose.
Beautiful, alluring, and fascinating among the rank of insects.
Mufaddol, may your foot be planted where friends and competitors come to drink.
May you fly and pollinate on even if the garden vines.
May your past progress be just a crawl to what your future holds.
Ameen❤️✌🏿
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