Poem Body
It was a day
When thin delicate
Butterflies
Dared to fly
And trees could
Worship the sun
And leaves could
whisper the wind
And currents could move
In a profusion of ways:
Wind, light, and water
Playing their rapture
It was a day
When high soaring gulls
Could silently slice sky
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