A flower of one’s own

Your butterfly care, kid,
some people catch unknowing, and a wing tears.

Such delicate balance too much to maintain, yet a flyer still.
Such rich‑hued aspect yet, colour‑blind, the careless deny
and turn their petals for moths of less an order.

Pollen for many blooms, yet a flower of his own?

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