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Flutter by my ButterflyWith a rainbow array of colour. Upon gossamer wings they lie, An intrinsic creature of beauty as a butterfly does flutter by, From a grub destroying the leaves of my prized garden flower, With their visible striking heliconia a symbol of natures power, We stop doing what we do, mesmerised by its erratic flight, Intrigued by it's random direction like wind caught in a kite, Cross pollinating each plant they visit, leaving their calling card, Enriching the world of nature, providing poetry for the bard Japanese butterflies are the personification of one's passing soul, In China two butterflies flying, indicates love is the call However the now mature butterfly with its wings made of lace Adds vibrant colour and charm mixed with aerobatic grace, Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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