Blue Butterfly

Written by: Halie Doland

Baby butterflies floating down From the clear-as-can-be Aquamarine sea. As the waters reflect the skies, we are not bound. By day to night and by night to day We can fly with pride And can glide like light, Over the rocks and past the bay. As one dream mimicks another, A butterfly's wings reflects her path, ontop the water.
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