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· The Butterfly Envoy
All at once it turns warm, and the orioles play; over the green grass, chasing butterflies, the heart runs free. Stitching ornament into the hours, embroidering a sunlit dream; a hidden fragrance tugs at the lapel and sets it stirring.
A thin gown slips into the green shade; a pale finger lightly lifts the heavy dew. Wanting to draw near, yet lingering—how many springs have woken me—and this human world is of no use.
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