Butterflies

A Fifty Word Inspiration.

I sing the sweet song of the Buddleia, the butterflies are my verse.

Under blue sky and summer breeze, I embrace flickering faith.

The mistress Lady Painted in red, the Monarch has no hope. She unfolds her wings and seduces, her heartbeat in full bloom.

For precious few days, I stay.

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