They move in random flight,
From one flower to the other,
Bringing life and hope,
Agents of new birth,
Agents of a new generation,
Their beautiful
and colourful wings,
Like a box of crayons
floating in the sky,
Like flashes of colours,
Running around the space,
If you follow the butterfly,
It’s like surrounded
by a halo of colours,
Harbingers of
hope, life and a new dawn.
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