There is an old meadow
That beckons the butterfly
Memories and dear ones
From a time gone by
Fragrance on the breeze
Of the seaside air
Rays of bright sunshine
In the eastern sky
Rejuvenate, Butterfly!
Shed your old skin
Return with a vibrance
And infect all your kin
1 comment:
i am new to blogging. i have had only one comment. thats ok. i am blogging now for the creative exercise. i used to write poetry. i am more on the dark side but i like your refreshing prespective, soft tone of life. it is very opposite of mine. good fortune to you. thanks for the poetry.
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