The Woman With The Bluest Butterfly Wings - Poem by Phil Lowe
As the butterfly takes its wings
and in such fluidity sings.
And how that song a heart doth break
and in assention breath doth take.
Oh, and how the air, the air it shone
to feel that beauty, papillion.
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