In the tender arms of spring,
Butterflies dance, light as a feather,
Their vibrant wings, a symphony of colors,
A mesmerizing sight, a pure delight.
They flutter through the air, carefree,
In pursuit of their own destiny,
A journey of transformation,
From cocoon to butterfly, a beautiful mutation.
Dreams are like butterflies,
Fragile and ethereal,
Dancing in the mind's garden,
A place where anything can be real.
With every flap of their wings,
Hope takes flight, soaring high,
A testament to the power of imagination,
A reminder that dreams can never die.
In the canvas of the cosmos,
Butterflies and dreams intertwine,
A tapestry of endless possibilities,
A celebration of life's boundless design.
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