The Butterfly
I just saw a beautiful butterfly
as he gradually fluttered by
he flew away, but came back again
and I realized I had a new friend.
He flew through the trees
on a light summer breeze
he flew above so high
it seems he touched the sky.
He landed on my nose
soft as the petal of a rose
it was just him and I
my little friend,the butterfly.
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