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only butterflies

let her hair flow
like waterfalls, that crash over granite cliffs
stop to gaze into her emerald eyes
iris like poison ivy that grows wild
and she has a thorny edge
so hold her in the right places

let her skin unfold
a fog like presence, as she melds with clouds
an angel, who rests her halo
you might spot her in the flower fields, among poppies and daisies
can you keep up?
are you strong with nets?
though she be light and airy, only butterflies fall into your trap

and even if you capture her, she�s bound to break free, because she knows that she�s not owned by anybody.