Butterfly

I see a little butterfly sitting on a flower.

The delicate wings move up and down and my frown now turns upside down.

My body warms, my lips smile, all because of this beautiful site.

That butterfly must feel like it is in heaven. But no, I realize that heaven it can not be.

That butterfly is sitting on an artificial tree.

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