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May 2020
Look at the flowers,
watch them dance,
hear the birds sing,
as though they were dumb,
and now they are free,
feel the breeze  that lifts the butterflies,
hither and thither,
as they dance the waltz,
that only they can see,
and perhaps
make one of your own.
Written by
Molly Lynch  18/F/New Zealand
(18/F/New Zealand)   
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