Butterfly Dreams: A Poem

I wonder:

What do butterflies dream?
Are they fleeting
images of light, water, clouds?
Visions of themselves
emerging from crystalline cocoons?
Or are they nightmares
of the heavy sort?
Children touching fragile wings,
magnifying glasses capturing the sun,
or floating through the sky
only to be snatched
by birds?

I can not fly in my dreams.

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