Butterflies.
Butterflies.
How they bat their wings,
ever so quickly.
Butterflies.
Graceful things they are,
moving without a sound.
Butterflies.
Like living mosaics,
they color my world.
How they bat their wings,
ever so quickly.
Butterflies.
Graceful things they are,
moving without a sound.
Butterflies.
Like living mosaics,
they color my world.
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This is a poem I created, by myself, with no other help whatsoever.It'd be appreciated if you'd respect me and this work by not stealing, copying or re-writing my poem. c:
xoxo, Sierra.