That Butterfly Touch
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Jayne Louise Davies
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The morning sun displays your beauty,
I long to touch your velvet wings,
Gods creation here before me,
Among the flowers nature brings.
You touch each bloom,
With keen attention,
Your presence soothes my very soul,
Your qualities I love to mention,
You really make the garden glow.
In an instant,
Then you leave me,
Flying high to pastures new,
Come back again you little beauty,
Sweet butterfly,
I'm missing you.
Jayne Louise Davies
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