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| La Mariposa 03/24/01 Sentí la mariposa con sus alas polvorosas prestarle cosquillas a su amiga la brisa. Me quise animar y con ella jugar pero al acercarme su sonrisa se alejaba Solo me dejo su despedida y lejanía. Escuche el canario tan frágil y amarillo. Al árbol le cantaba con su febril cantillo Quise ver si mi voz se prestaba a su canto Parece que se asusto y otro rumbo tomo. Me senté en la sobra del árbol que al canario escucho. La brisa amiga de la mariposa mi rostro acaricio. Lamente el vuelo del canario y el partir de la mariposa. Pero me sacie con la caricia y la sombra tan hermosa. Butterfly in Orange Abrams, Peggy The Butterfly 03/24/01 I felt the butterfly's with powdered wings tickle her friend the breeze. With them I wanted to play But the closer I got they moved further away. And I was only left with its farewell and distance. I listened to the fragile yellow canary, As it shared its frill song with the tree. I wanted to see if I could lend my voice to its song, But soon it took flight and disappeared since my song gave it fright. I sat at the shade of the tree that listened to the canary. The friend of the butterfly, the breeze caressed my face. I was saddened by the flight of the canary and butterfly. But satisfied by the caress of the breeze and the shade of the tree.
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