Wings

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I saw as it began in that gem-black night,

Deep beneath the blanket of its darkness,

There emerged a short-lived creature,

Morphed from a footless insect to a colourful beast,

There deep in the haze of the night,

It's plethora of colours waved with such delight,

This was a gentle creature that floated; giving light to the blind.

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