Butterfly Kisses
Can you hear the sound of gossamer wings stroking the air?
A brightly colorful papillon makes its way without much care.
Few things found in nature are as beautiful as this.
Just a short time ago, it emerged from its chrysalis.
The grounded larva has undergone a metamorphosis.
In this sultry summer season is where you belong.
No wonder you inspired Bob Lind to write a song.
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