She flutters by, on a wing.
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brendenhume
brendenhume 20- inventor
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Journey. Poem 4

She flutters by, on a wing.

She flutters by, on a wing. To nectar sweet, a delicate thing.

She flutters by, on a wing. To nectar sweet, a delicate thing. Whimsy wisps of clouds float by

She flutters by, on a wing. To nectar sweet, a delicate thing. Whimsy wisps of clouds float by Like sailing ships in a sea that’s dry.

She soars and dives, past searching fingers

She soars and dives, past searching fingers Nectars breath, on air still lingers.

She soars and dives, past searching fingers Nectars breath on the air still lingers. Grass is fresh and trunks climb high

She soars and dives, past searching fingers Nectars breath on the air still lingers. Grass is fresh and trunks climb high “Where are you my love?” does the butterfly cry.

The land is lush but no nectar near,

The land is lush but no nectar near, our brave pilot still flies with no thought of fear.

The land is lush but no nectar near, our brave pilot still flies with no thought of fear. Around and under the stinging wasps nest.

The land is lush but no nectar near, our brave pilot still flies with no thought of fear. Around and under the stinging wasps nest. Searching tirelessly cannot rest.

Sunbeams catch upon paper scales,

Sunbeams catch upon paper scales, as her lengthy search finally prevails.

Sunbeams catch upon paper scales, as her lengthy search finally prevails. She flutters by on a wing. Found nectar sweet, a delicate thing.

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