Butterfly

There she sat
By the hills of hibiscus
The little girl with the purple dress
Braided hair,
And a smile so wide
Recreating her day as it goes by
Her hands free from work
Full with sand
Chasing every insect that went by
Her sandals brown and loose
Marred with dirt
Singing lullabies of the incoming night
Laughing as her wings spread out
Knowing she was born to be free
One with the clouds, bright as the sun

Go there, behind the Sahara desert
Across the land of the big waves
Walk up those high hills
And you will find
The girl with the purple dress
Flying with the birds up high

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