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like a butterfly
by Karen Winering
like a butterfly
leaving its safe chrysalis
your touch sets me free
buds line the tree limbs
waiting to burst forth as one--
stunning silent choir
the first breeze of spring
causes shivers on my arms
like a lover's breath
serenading so
softly, stirring songbirds sing--
signaling sunrise
an iris opens
letting in more light to see
the wonder inside
On instagram @karenawinering
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