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Rainbows of the Sky- Butterflies |
Orange and black, flying on a track. Come the tigers, fluttering higher. They are rainbows of the sky. We call them butterflies. Every moment, getting colourful, are the blue-morphos beautiful. They cover the bright-sky hue, with their wings blue. Look!! what's that yellow speck there? Is it the common wanderer? And there, with red spots on its tail, Flies the female sword-tail. They tickle us with pleasure, to make us happier. Always so dramatic!! Getting so ecstatic!! Come soon spring, So, we can see the brilliant wings. Pragya Gupta 5 B NPS Bangalore |
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