No beauty is like unto the butterfly's wings,
Full of radiant colours when left to swing,
Shining and dazzling blees worthy of a spring,
So much one is tempted to surge,
But except you care, you shouldn't dare,
For its beauty is best celebrated in flair,
And if you would touch, with care,
For beauty ends when friction glares.
The butterfly's wings are elegant,
An amazing layer of several tints,
Often lovely and stylish tilts,
Such is the way the butterfly fleets,
Leaving the mind compassed with fizz,
And giving the soul a touch of ease,
The butterfly's wings are fluffy,
And its beauty is glossy.
All you need to do is hold gently,
While it gives a pleasing with serenity.
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