Papillon papillon, I see you flying on & on; flying majestically through the air with ease.Like the pedal of aflower soaring ever so higher, even as high as a tall tower.Guiding itself through life with choice after choice as well as being guided by that seemingly perpetual entity that is the wind like as if it's some great voice.However, before all of this comes to be, there must be a beginning prior to the papillon blossoming like a beautiful flower inevitably.
From it's birth as a caterpillar, bit by bit, chewing, swallowing, & digesting as it feeds on the world around it; to it's seemingly miraculous manifestation into the wondrous papillon as it flies on.Fly on papillon go with the flow, fly on papillon until it's time to go.
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