Fragile in its flight, a delicate dance unfolds,
Gracefully it glides across the vast expanse, untold.
In its appearance, depth weaves a subtle cue.
Yellow, emerald and a whisper of red's tender hue.
"And after the war a butterfly will still be beautiful"- Ruskin Bond
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Masked Melodies
PoetryPoems and verses which uncover depression and ideals. Basically a teenage mind that rhymes.
