Can that be me?
Serenading in the thick forest
Breathing fragrance of wild flowers
Treading upon sharp thorns
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Yes, Can that me? Lovely poem coming on its way from childhood memories...this reminded me of my childhood, especially catching butterflies..beautiful presentation.
The haunting memories of childhood, of chasing butterflies and somersaulting on grassy ground, beautifully described!
beautifully portrayed days we have left behind but that still haunt us.
Recounting contrasting identities :)