She flits and floats
High above the trees.
She spins and whirls
In the summer sun.
She lands on a flower,
And rests and slowly flaps her wings.
She flits and floats
High above the trees.
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Sketches
PoetryPoems that describe a lot of random things in First Person. It's not the best, but I guess it's okay. It has really cool pictures, though.
Butterfly
She flits and floats
High above the trees.
She spins and whirls
In the summer sun.
She lands on a flower,
And rests and slowly flaps her wings.
She flits and floats
High above the trees.
