Christine Marie Turner
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Ripples of the delicate paper,
Into tiny folds like waters in the ocean.
Painted peacocks on a branch,
Pink flowers abounding as
Delicate as a butterfly in the sky.
The wooden base holds everything,
Like the strength of a tree trunk.
A golden ring holds the key,
Of the entire tool that keeps you cool.
As useful as it is beautiful,
Can move the air of life!