Open eyes see,
obvious things
Ripples in streams,
Summer’s green trees
Sight that wanders,
can lift the veil
Of twigs and leaves,
butterfly wings
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Photo: Dublin, Ireland, c.b.w. 2009
Words: c.b.w. 2014
In Disguise
C.B. Wentworth
Just following my muse . . .
C.B. Wentworth 
Love the poem!
Is there a literal butterfly or is it the way that the trees above and in the reflection look like a butterfly’s outline?
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It’s the trees and their reflection – they do create a butterfly if you look carefully. 🙂
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😀 They definitely do! Love it!
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