Migration
On my wings roses, buds
And designs
Delicate, all are soft
Unlike crow's
I fly; high and low
To all sides
And I surf with breeze
Touch the waves
Migration is simple
Like a book with pages Continents
Reading them is simple as for mom
When reading lullaby
I am a butterfly
I am a butterfly
I
Am
A butterfly
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