Love And Butterflies Poem by Marieta Maglas

In their cocoons, mates are
the little butterflies with growing
wings while dreaming
of the sky, dreaming
the flowers.

They need to leave their white
colored balls, because they are
going to find
the clouds
of their dreams.

In the morning,
the butterflies rise up to the sky
from the cocoons.

In the evening,
The soul mates rise up to The Lord
after leaving their
temples.

They reach the clouds of Love,
the divine reason
over the human limits.

This rain keeps falling
in both senses.
There is about falling up, my love.