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When She Glides MAG

By Anonymous

   A butterfly,

and with the fluttering

of lasting, slender arms

comes a breath of spring



Skims between every other

sunbeam peeking through obsolete

winter clouds;

she claps her blue-green hands,

reflecting her colors

as a rainbow blends

with this darkened earth.



And her every movement

in the new, airy sky

wakens the land -

sharp blades of grass and

hardened oaks

stretch to meet

the shadow this lovely creature

casts

when she glides

to cradle the world in her beauty.







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