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Tiny Butterfly

Tiny butterfly
Why do you land
Do you need the warmth
Of my tender hand?

Why not ride the wind
To seize the day
Butterflies are free
And so they shall stay

Small innocent eyes
Looking up to me
Do you question the beauty
You have come to be?

I will raise my hand now
Up to this expanse of sky
Go with love now my friend
It's time to fly

~THE FLOWING PEN~
4-12-04











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