Here is another poem, it's only my second one. Let me know what you think.
A child at play leaps
through the spring air.
Her small fingers clawing,
reaching for the butterfly.
She can see it,
and is determined to catch it.
The butterfly falls,
diving through the air.
Its wispy wings flapping
away through space.
It can see the girl
and retreats.
Clouds shake and rain falls.
The girl dances,
the butterfly fumbles.
Her intentions are washed away,
but she will keep dreaming.
Of butterflies and rain dances.
Soon her dreams will come true.
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