A purple scarf in the wind,
Watch it flutter, Watch it Fly.
A mischievous smile graces the lips,
hidden in shadows of candle light.
Twisting and twirling,
Leaping and resting,
Grace given form for one glorious night.
Shining blades flash,
bright red flowers bloom upon the breast,
Of a would be suitor,
Who should have stuck with the rest.
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Purple Butterfly
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