Page 1, Taking a look at butterflies..

Cloistered in a glass

Or unbound in the world

Your body is gallant

And your soul is pristine.

I don't discover you often

But when I do

Your beauty is breathless

And your grace is divine.

You're buoyant like a feather

And as benevolent as the wind

Your process is rapture

And you'll be here 'til the end of time.

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