She arrive on a new day she stood over a shade Of purple embrace, flowing in time like a season Of clarity her wings flew high.It stood still with a view.
A touch of aura felt before the sun.Her wings heap over the fine grass.
With a surface touch her wings
Stood on the valley below,
She look With a glance.She arrive standing near an open window
A moment define in to nature,
her wings flew high like a season in bloom.She met her path; there stood a bird on a
Tree branch she flew by it side.She sang a melody of bloom the tune the
Essence of a butterfly her wings always
High her beauty is hidden in her wings.by -Opal Ingram

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