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She sat today inside the King’s courtyard admiring him from her perch as she sat basking in the last of the Autumn sun. The young squires eager lending the King their small hands. She sat sipping from a crystal glass upon sweet and suclant butterfly nectar that the King had bought for her. She watched the King doing what Kings do, tracing over him with warmth from her heart. Even in the silence of this day there was slight and joyful music that played. This melody that drifted through the still ear would be deaf upon the King’s ear for it was a tone that only a butterfly could hear. .
Today though butterfly, " As my mind rest calm and my heart beats ever so pure,there are poetic words I wish to place n the Kings ears. So she sang sweetly to the King as he stilled and listened to what was written along her little wings. this caused the King to stop and smile as if he was a small blushing child.

She sat reflecting through the years and recalls the days when she had waited for her prayers to be answered. Today there was nothing more that her heart could desire. This King took great care of his little butterfly, providing to her all the wonderments and desires of this life.

The undisposed line to this story at hand is not only how much a woman can love but a man, but darker of her love to know the pain it sometimes brings, only to wake and hear the song she still sings."

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wildflower

Jefferson County, United States

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