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A glass wing butterfly,
so very gossamer;
A rainforest treasure,
she looks up to the sky;
And away she will fly,
in deep dark rapture.
Small frogs of the forest,
the bright, colorful hue;
Sweet, they play in the dew,
on green they like to rest;
Oh, they are the sweetest,
and there! Hummingbird blue.
Small creatures all gripping,
under green leaves, dripping.
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August 16, 2015
Poetry/HexSonetta /Iambic Trimeter/"Under Freen Leaves, Dripping"
Copyright Protected, ID 15-700-403-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, The HexSonnetta,
sponsor, Andrea Dietrich
Fifth Place
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