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Sometimes in spring, a little butterfly alights

Taken miles off course, flying high above trees

She flitters and tumbles on a small gust of wind

Parchment wings carried off, by a south blowing breeze

Translucent colors pass through soft tissue wings

She floats the air like a whisper in time

Her beauty enhanced through sunlight rays

Her Magnificent dance is devine.

Sweet innocents flow like a newborn child

Without thought she lands on our wrist

A shadow in time, she flies away free...

In that moment, we cease to exist.