While resting by the blooming blossoms,
I happened to see a butterfly flutter by.
With fire- red wings added with a black tinge,
Above the placid plants it flew high.
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let spiders eat me but not the butterfly! ! ! ....spiders are ruthless... this poem touched my heart.......well written and expressed....you are a very good writer you have to take poetry as you career...
Beautiful imagery.....and what a turn of scene! Shows life to be ephemeral!
this is a wonderful poem with beautiful images, deep and wise thoughts..well said
A very nice effort. Why is it that only poets ever notice butterflies? Everyone else just sees the catterpillars