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by Sharmagne Leland-St. John

butterfly emerge!
a wind song
beneath blue skies.
burst full bloom
ready for flight.
the murmur of your gentle wings
whispers ancient secrets.
tell the ripe moon of
frosty winter nights.
sacred wonder,
listen to the dark green tendrils
as they breathe and grow
between moss rose
and red earth pathways.

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