A Speaking Butterfly

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No. 1234 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
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                                           A Speaking Butterfly

                                                                                                                                                                                                                  
                                                                                                                                                                                     
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                    With shiny					          little wings 
                From leaf to leaf                            	     I just do swing; 
               From flower to flower      P             P      I live hour after
              hour, Picking scents and     E         E      nectar from cute 
            flowers to spread    them     A        A     in the air, where I
             deem it fair. If you quite      C       C    gently close your 
              eyes, Just free off your       E      E     mind from gloomy
               thoughts spinning round        H      and round like a fly,
                  Turn your stress to     a       A    nought, Lay off   all
                 your emotions, Or    stay      P    still and clear all your
                    wrath and      passions,     P     I will come for a while    
                     to rest on your     palm,    I   With the salve of silent
                    peace I will fill your mind   N    and with happiness`s balm  
                    your life I will    pervade.   E     If your sure seal of safety  
                  you evade, Fret and fume    S      and to catch me just try
                 I will flit up high in the sky    S      As I am quite subtle and 
              elusive and worms of stress               Will gnaw your mind
                 or the wanton wilful                          winds of distress 
                    Will whirl you                                 down.The choice                          
                    In the palm                                      of your hand                                            
                        is truly                                             found.
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