Come, butterfly It's late- We've miles to go together.
With every gust of wind, the butterfly changes its place on the willow.
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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