Petals came alive
Butterfly danced
On the tip of my hand
Once upon a timeI kept my hand
Towards the moon
So it can stay or go at
It's willI was there
Too long too stretched
My hand hurts in pain
I searched for the
Colours or the dances
With moon
Only to find
Few petals left on the grass
On meadowI stared and stared
Searched and screamed
Cried and cried
With petals on my handsAfter the years and years
And years
One sad day I ran to the meadows
I swear I saw the same beautiful petals
Dancing on the tip of a long ear
Of a RabbitI smiled
I cried
And I let the petals fly
To it's faraway land
With moon and light
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Serenity Praise
PoetryHere I paint my bleds and laughs... Seasons of life there you bloom.