The Painted Lady Poem

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The Painted Lady, a beauty so rare,
With wings of vibrant hues, beyond compare,
Aflutter in the garden, with grace and poise,
A sight that fills our hearts with joyful noise.
A symphony of colors, a delicate dance,
As The Painted Lady flits and prances,
Landing on flowers, with gentle grace,
Spreading joy and wonder, all over the place.
Her wings, a canvas of artful design,
A masterpiece in flight, so divine,
With shades of orange, black, and white,
A living work of art, a stunning sight.
The Painted Lady, a symbol of grace,
A reminder of nature's wondrous embrace,
A fleeting beauty, a moment's delight,
A precious gift, in nature's glorious light.