Be it in the town or in the city…
That they are jewels,
Who mingle with nature well.
They sprinkle colour all around,
And do not make any sound.
But I have a different story to tell,
Though I know it will not go down well.
When I see them I run and scream,
Sometimes I see them in my dream,
One thing’s for sure, God knows why,
I do not like a butterfly.
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