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Sweet Butterfly
Sweet Butterfly, with wings now dry 'tis time to break away and light upon the leaves of dawn while weeping willows sway, not reminisce 'bout chrysalis discarded yesterday, but treasure life, with colors rife in nature's cabaret. Sweet Butterfly, you sometimes sigh "terrene so strange and new”, but take a chance, with winged expanse of fairy-like bijou, to taste delight in random flight, to drift beyond the blue and then collect her naked nectar, sipped in morning dew. Sweet Butterfly, you question why the breeze is seldom soft when swirling you, your wings askew, while floating free aloft. Some seem to find their peace of mind believing gods have coughed, but others, downed, have often found more freedom when they've scoffed. Sweet Butterfly, you needn't cry, the fields are full of clover, and meadowlands bare braided strands that winds in waves flow over - but if you fear that, more than here, another mead is mauver, just flutter by, beneath the sky, unfettered flitting rover. Sweet Butterfly, farewell, goodbye, you've left this world behind. I oft gaze back along the track of flowers that you've mined recalling days of light sashays and movements unconfined that complement the firmament where beauty lies enshrined.
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