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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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