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I recited my poetry on the bank of a river. A weeping willow heard me and began to sway. I repeated my verses for a green caterpillar. She turned into a butterfly and fluttered away. I followed it slowly into the evening skyline. The skyline turned pink and began to blush. The gusting wind bit its lip and grew silent. The world was submersed by a sudden hush. I paused for a second to hear my own breathing, And I was at peace and relaxed here, among The willow, the butterfly, the wind and the evening, But you were asleep, so I ended my song... |