Flight of the Butterfly
You have such innocence in your wings
An elegant flight of freedom
A patterned motion to seek attention
They carry along the zephyrs of life
So carefree...
So full of zest, color, and light...
Birds of feathered hues could not compare
A grandoise wonder to hold such beauty
The serene persona derived from orginality
A spirit for the winds, climbing high above the earth
The flight of the butterfly is a magical thing
Something pure...and most forgotten
Why is it we destroy a rare being?
Why let such jealousy into our hearts?
If gift of flight we meant for all,
Beauty would die a silent scream
We'll climb too high, and fall too fast
A hardened lesson to voice the stubborn
The flight of the butterfly is a magical thing
May ye always be pure...and never forgotten
-Domino ~ Scott S.
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Those be some pretty words. Enjoyed the read. Be well.


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Impressionism!
Glorious, beautiful, and fascinating. As I read it, I could clarify the flight of a butterfly in a state of awe. Butterflies are gorgeous and so is your poem!
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aww...thank you
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