Translation of journaling
The butterfly

Born with the spring, die with the roses,
On the wing of the Zephyr swimming in clean sky,
Balanced on the breast of the just hatched flowers,
Getting drunk of fragrances, light and azure
Shaking, young still, powder of its wings.
Fly as a breath to the eternal vaults,
This Butterfly destiny enchanted!
It looks like the desire, which never arises,
And not be satisfied, touching any thing,
Finally returns to the sky seeking sensual!
Alphonse de Lamartine

Credits:

PotPourri Paperie No1 by Anna Aspnes
Artplay Palette Blooming Marvelous by Anna Aspnes