You are
curious
like the butterfly
that flits from this
to that
hovering here
for an instant,
then whirling
to find a new resting place.
Bright in spirit
and color
you suck the sweet
from all you see
and leave behind
tracings of your delicate
feet
echos
of pitter-patterings.
I love
this curiosity
and never tire
to watch you fly
from delight to delight
your smile the sunlight
to my flower.
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