On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky... — Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
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On sunny days of summer, I am indeed the butterfly;And like the ancient drummer,I rhythm straight towards the sky...

— Stephan Attia, The Rising Lines of Wonderment: Poetry
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