Butterfly leaves...to my daughter
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How are you doing my baby?
The leaves have left the tree
One by one, flying away... Like butterflies...
In the moon light...
They morph into...
The morning sun, as
Fall into winter, and by
Spring and summer...
They return, with new wings.
Leaves flying...flying leaves
Like butterflies…
I hope you well, my baby.
