butterfly in blue
wafting skies we always knew
in orange-gold sun
redbirds sing farewell
a warm hour of green flowers
when still wind listens
to meadows and woods
minty lanes where beauty hides
round and round it flies
drawing stares it goes
about pink aster affairs
sunset showdown flair
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Butterfly and the beautiful nature around us. Well crafted
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