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Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Flight of the butterfly: 18 of 34

Why does the butterfly fly So fast, so lightly, in an adorable flight Her colorful wings look magical I have, never seen such an angelic thing Her rhythm is the soothing delight My mind falls asleep, dreaming her shape She flies and flies away from my sight Endless gardens with flower-beds sweet she shall see Oh! Cannot reach her. I am a wasp This wasp clan with the deafening buzz scares her away The wasp can pierce, sting and hurt But can never kiss those sweet sweet butterfly winglets The wasp clan roams one plain above hell. The very blossoms that bloom smell of blood and of death. She ...
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