( To Pachita)
When I was a little girl I believed that butterflies were magical
and specially the little white ones..
On summer afternoons I used to lie down among the mustard seeds and look up at the blue sky and when a little white butterfly flew by I will make a wish...
I would blow soap bubbles and see them softly fly away each shinning with soft colors reflecting the sun...
Those peaceful times, lost in my thoughts daydreaming, watching puffy clouds go by
happy safe days, surrounded by the scents of wild flowers..with their petals falling on my hair..
Copyright ©2007 Sonia Paz Baron-Vine
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