Anthocharis Cardamines
Wings made of the finist silk
floating on a flurry of the gentlest air
No destintation fixed, No cares
A abstract ballet danced in the air,
The ballerina all in white
while he wears his finary.
Gracing our skys with his favour
such a short time on the wing
yet he still had time
to touch our hearts
with his orange tipped wings.
while dancing in the skys.
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