Butterfly On A Winter’s Day
Butterfly On A Winter’s Day
On a dark winter day,
I awoke feeling alone.
Nothing good to say,
weary to the bone.
Much to my delight,
a butterfly appeared.
What a joyous sight,
one I will always revere
Precious, and the rarest,
glorious in her beauty.
To my eye, the fairest,
that I shall ever see.
She paused for a while,
just to visit, and to share.
How could I not smile,
in the presence of one so fair.
All to soon she had to go,
I wished she could stay.
The sun rose, and, you know,
The dark clouds went away.
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