They have become the wonderful poets,
To praise the charm and cuteness of,
Of the celestial objects,
That grow and wilt,
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I may not cross the lines of foundation Living in the world we are bound by the line drawn by elders and society. We also create our own lines and are bounded by them. There are many who look for one to take a false step. Life is after all interesting in spite of all the constraints. We look to cherish the moments when colorful butterflies come in front of the eyes. Beautiful poem. Thank you.
A nice poem with myth and reality.. faith rules the mind it proves..beautiful array of words thank you :)
Hello poet friend Veeraiyah. I enjoy poetry and songs, but am always amazed at how a few words can pull the tears or smiles from me. Great piece, I enjoyed, Loyd PS: Please check out my new book on Amazon or Barnes and Noble, Pumpkinny Tales. Thanks for your support.
alone in the garden full of butterflies. I love these words and the absolute whole write you have created. I would love to know the meaning if there is one for these words.
Very interesting meaning in the poem i think of my deceased daughter {by car accident ] and when I see a white butterfly I will see and feel her for sure...regards