Sometimes I catch myself wondering
The plots and twists of day
The murmuring of butterflies
And of them needless to say
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I wonder what a butterfly feels The batting of their padded wings The food they eat, the friends they greet The melted pollen and golden streams. very poetic dear poetess. Are we like butterflies or wolves. the last sentence makes the reader to think. tony
A free flight of creativity on winged imagination. A poignant bit of verse set aside for sober reflection. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.