With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
Ballet in the air... Twin butterflies until, twice white They Meet, they mate
April's air stirs in Willow-leaves...a butterfly Floats and balances
Orchidbreathing incense into butterfly's wings
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