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Butterfly Wings
I watch a little butterfly,and let me tell you what I see,the most
beautiful creature,sprinkling serenity.On its wings i find my
freedom,in its colours find my dreams,over rainbows reaching
higher,leading me to crystal streams.It flies gently on a
flower,on another then it goes,there's a bond of great
enchantment,with corollas made of gold.Whimsically it
plays,from each sunrise, through long days,till sunset whispers
gently and It returns to find rest,in bronzing sheltered
caves.From afar ,I watch this little butterfly,gazin at It with my
warm caramel eyes,It comes upon my shoulder and takes me
by surprise.There is churning in my stomach,as I watch it fly
away,there's next time,maybe next time,It comes back to
me,for a much more longer stay.
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