a mirage, a dream, a boy!


and closer, closer, to eclipse the sun!
something bright and red upon him,
to which pancakes greedily wonders if it is a flower,
and more so, if he would let her taste the delicacy!

but perhaps it was due to poor vision,
or perhaps the excitement to finally see a face that does in fact see her too.

"Welcome child of the Spring!"
surely that would be a warm welcome to invite him to speak.

"In your garbs of green and gold," -- though as she flutters closer, that doesn't seem to hold true.
"Lifting up your sun-crowned head on the verdant plain and wold."

the feather, the ruby, the vermillion stain! a king, a child, a ruler of sorts!
something blessed, something proper!

"As a bright and joyous troop."

a butterfly's warm greeting, buttery breezes felt from tiny marmalade wings.

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