The Butterfly
Behind her, I ran perpetually
As she swayed among the colourful plants and bushes
Her goal was the nectar, mine was she
More I approached, far she went
Giggled I , enjoying the cold air and the sounds and hisses
Forest welcomed me for I was no hunter but a mere visitor
She did sit on the sunflowers and roses
But, I didn't pick her
For she looked beautiful sucking the nectar
The game was dragging and I wanted it to end
So, I finally clinched her tail
But, the quivering of the nature's daughter
Melted me and I sensed Freedom was everybody's utmost desire
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