Best Recites Poems

The ocean or continuously flicking those blue rosary beads?
For me it has been the grey and white blots on an ombré sky, 
One behind the other as my train of thoughts wander alike: 
Blue, purple, red, pink, black and intangible. 
My last and first resort...

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Why doth the little butterfly flitter here and there
And Flap its flitting silken wings, beating through the air
Living for a day as such, this butterfly knows no lie,
And this creature must know, it shall of course soon die.
It cannot stop its place in the world...

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