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   Golden flower sways alone in silence

Its tiny petals reaching for the sun

The magnitude of beauty so intense

It whisks away the breath of everyone



The winds sweet draft commanding it to dance

Its slender body moving all around

Sensing the joy of its own circunstance

Never leaving the safeness of the ground



After spying the flower from above

The butterfly, wings gently to its head

Its goldness beckoning with its love

Anticipating sweet nectars instead



The butterfly sits softly on its throne

Grateful it will no longer be alone





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