The butterflies i see:
One each side of the blue "shadow", with their antennas,
and a third little one also on the right...

Each night
From a distance
The moon watches over
The people who live under the stars

She welcomes
Secret messages of love
Carried on the wings
Of the butterflies of shadows

Who are born
In the silence of the night
With each kiss blown into the wind
Turning their little lives into a sacred mission

The butterfly of the North and East
meets with the butterfly of the South and West
Their wings collide gently
And that is when magic happens...