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Riding on earth’s breath
In rainbow colours,
so gentle
When men are tired out in their farms,
Cooled by the heat
And stained by the pain of sowing;
The butterfly will emerge
-hovering over rivers
Decorated in greens
With purple and pink details;
Gracing the border-less meadow
Where flowers are sited
Like well dressed men
in line for a job interview.
Their scent
Seduces my sense of smell,
Together;
they make a feast of colours
That beautifies the earth. . .
Beautifies life. . .
Beautifies nature. . .
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