The Butterfly Releaser

Dromen horen te vervliegen, dacht je
en je liet ze gaan. Terwijl je ogen hen
volgden,  ontdekte je vleugels in tinten
van lente en licht.

Je besefte hoe graag je ze had
willen houden en wist dat je
van nu af aan elke vlinder
zou verliezen.

Dreams are supposed to dissipate, you thought
and you let them go. While your eyes followed
them, you discovered wings in shades
of spring and light.

You realized how much you had
wanted to keep them and knew
you would lose from now on
each butterfly.

Sofia y Dolores