Delicate
In orange and black,
A trembling flame
Upon your back.
Flutter free
From your cocoon
When with a spark
I kiss the moon.
Spirit descending
Through the air
In butterfly wings
And tongues of fire.
In orange and black,
A trembling flame
Upon your back.
Flutter free
From your cocoon
When with a spark
I kiss the moon.
Spirit descending
Through the air
In butterfly wings
And tongues of fire.
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