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September 22, 2013 by beeseeker

Butterfly Dreams

Pink, Prosecco procession sky

Tenderly unwraps protective

Tendrils of overnight mist

From the crowns of autumn-glory,

Turn-leafing oaks; liberates quiet,

Banner-winged butterfly dreams.

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Tagged autumn-glory, butterfly dreams, clouds, mist, oaks, Prosecco, truths
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