I am not wet with sorrowful clouds, but wet,
I am not crinkled with ill thoughts, but crinkled,
I am not inflated with illusion, but deflated,
Born with no doubts, but desires.
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Awww...a beautiful description of a beautiful creature! The flight of it on the sky, Flutter in rhythm with no shy, Do they warm up their body? Or the display to human eyes? A great 10.
A lovely appreciation of butterflies. Thanks for the comment on -Unborn- It was really about the sorrow of abortion. You may like - Love's Diamond - Adeline
sister, ur poems r like butterfly which r hard to catch, certainly i must do. but dont wait for me keep writing