(English text after the Norwegian text).
Hun tar sine siste skritt.
Her hun kaller sitt hjem.
Hun snur seg og ser sine egne fotspor.
Hun var ikke klar over at de så slik ut.
Hun opplever at den ene foten skiller seg ut fra den andre.
Det er som hennes fotspor prøver å si henne noe.
Hennes fotspor er overalt på dette stedet.
Så mye følelser.
Hun ønsker bare å viske de bort.
Hun skal snart ut på en reise.
En reise der hun skal farge alle farger i regnbuen, i vinden og på sine vinger.
Hun ser for seg en hvit sommerfugl.
Flyr igjennom kraftig motvind.
Faller.
Ligger livløs på bakken.
Hun stryker den varsomt.
Hun ser et lite sår i den skjøre kroppen.
Det vil alltid bli et arr.
Hun løfter den opp mot himmelen.
Håper den er sterk nok til å fly.
Sommerfuglens følehorn beveger seg opp og ned.
Retter litt på vingene sine.
Løfter seg opp og flyr.
Langt borte i horisonten er den bare en svart prikk.
I hånden hennes ligger sommerfuglens avtrykk igjen.
Sommerfuglens støv skinner som glitter i hennes hånd i alle mulige farger.
Så den hvite sommerfuglen var ikke helt hvit alikevel…
Den gjemte bare sin skjønnhet.
Kanskje en dag alle ser hvor vakker den fargeløse og hvite sommerfuglen er…
-Orkidedatter-
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Colorless:
She takes her final steps.
Here she calls her home.
She turns around and sees her own footsteps.
She didn’t realize they looked like this.
She feels that one foot stands out from the other.
It’s like her footsteps trying to tell her something.
Her footsteps are everywhere in this place.
So much emotion.
She just wants to wipe them away.
She will soon be on a journey.
A journey where she will color all colors in the rainbow,
in the wind and in her colorless wings.
She envisions a white butterfly.
Feeling through heavy headwinds.
Fall.
Lives lifeless on the ground.
She strokes it gently.
She sees a small wound in the fragile body.
It will always be a scar.
She lifts it up to the sky.
Hope it is strong enough to fly.
The butterfly’s feelings move up and down.
Turns its wings slightly.
Raises up and flies.
Long away from the horizon it is just a black shadow.
In her hand, the butterfly’s imprint is again.
Dust shines like glitter in her hand,
in all possible colors.
So the white colorless butterfly was not quite white anyway …
It just hid its beauty.
Maybe someday everyone sees how
beautiful the colorless and white butterfly is …
-Orkidedatter-
Orkidèdatter 
Scars come, but it shows we survived and they will make us stronger so that our color can shine in great beauty. A wonderful poem Lillian! Enjoy the remainder of your day!😃😺
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I am so happy when you tell me this. You are deep, and interpret the poem as I thought when I wrote it🦋Thank you so much.
Enjoy.
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You are very welcome Lillian!😃😺
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Right on point! That’s exactly what I wanted to say. You just read my mind!🙂
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You are so beautiful, thank you. You make me happy, that was a wonderful feedback🦋
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You’re very welcome, Lillian! 😊😊
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Hey, nothing wrong with that! Enjoy your day!😃
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You too!😊
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Thanks!😃
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💙🙏🏻
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Tusen takk❤️du er så søt kjære🙏🏻
LikerLiker
good one…thanx for sharing
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Thank you for reading🦋
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Beautifully written, Lillian!
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Thank you for your kind words🦋It is mean a lot to me. I hope you enjoy your day.
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My pleasure. You too have a lovely day!
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💗 DU ER SÅ DYP 💗
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Og du er så herlig❤️ klem til vakreste deg, Tonje🦋
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Lillian, I enjoyed how the poem began, and then the beautiful butterfly arrived. Your words bring out amazing images.
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You touch my soul🦋thank you so much. It is mean more for me than you ever imagine.
Enjoy.
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You have me finding new words to try and tell you just how special and truly unique your talent is. Everything you say hits the perfect ‘target’ in regard to emotion, imagery and feel, and this so called ‘ target ‘ is one that is made just for your creativity, only you are able to find its right aim. Hope you are well – Cezane
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Hey Cezane, yes, thank you for asking, that is o nice of you.
I am fine🦋I hope you are too🦋
You make me humbled and I feel honored. You filled my heart with so much joy, thank you, and your support means more to me than you ever imagine. I am so grateful for you🦋
I lost my words… you are to kind to me. I don’t know how to thank you enough.
I wish you a wonderful weekend.
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This is magical. You create amazing images in my mind💕
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Wow, that is quite a compliment, thank you so much🦋❤️I love when my words speak to you, thank you.
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💕💖
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💜
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