Butterfly
with softest wing,
oh so fragile,
black velvet lace and drops of
crimson blood
gently wafting the summer air,
basking in the tranquil sunlight
Breezy trees
their silence killing every other sound
in this living wood,
this emerald forest of painted leaves and
rustling ferns
lie down
softly in the ghostly leaves,
buried in forgetful soil and curly green moss
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