Dancing on butterfly wings

Dancing dancing,
swaying my hips.
You wish you could see
the butterfly tattoo
and kiss my lips.

I'll dance all night long,
and sing with the crowd
but when this night is done
i would don my shroud.

You see I'm that person
that can fly all day and night
never caught, cause even fragile i will fight.

I can have yellow black or even green
cause i only dance on butterfly wings.

You can reach out for me
with your in-snaring net

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poem by Ashley burnam
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