Good morning it seems to say,
flying close to hands outstretched.
A touch, connection of friend,
reaching out beyond to convey peace.
Soft flutter, then gone, rising,
settling, going on to another spot.
A restless searching, a short life,
but ah, such beauty born to us.
Fragile and shining, light and airy,
gone like a dream on the wind.
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