As light as a feather
I would flyaway, loose in the sky
In wayfaring eagerness
That would genuinely bring
A swirling airiness
Set upon my shimmering wings
While I am flickering high above
Gleaming over treetop groves
Being conspicuous all over the place
Afterwards, landing in the grounds of
Flowery garden pathways
I would strike a decorative embrace
Then as the day ends
Along with being totally transcendent
Flapping in the air astray
Winging off far away
To an angelic sky way
I realize, I am a soaring butterfly
© daniel miltz
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