Silently quiet. Hush,
Delicate wings of purple and gold.
Then - with a gasp of air
propelling up
as life takes hold;
Like a soaring bird,
you flew and danced -
against a canvas of
white clouds and blue sky,
Paper butterfly
on a string,
Tail of flapping flair -
you flutter and loop,
then go down
in a swoop -
And rest and wait -
for a gasp of fresh air.
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