THE BLUE BUTTERFLY
One languorous spring day, as I sat near the window
Looking out into the emerald lawns
A butterfly came to me, its wings, the colour of indigo
My heart went into a flurry
With bated breath I looked at it
And when it flew
I wanted to fly too, with that blue, blue butterfly
The wind was strong
The sun was a raining wheel of gold
Each flower beamed, calling out to
That blue, blue butterfly
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