The butterflies' wings are a
Ballad of beauty,
But yet,
A silent symphony.
It's wings flutter with grace,
So bright, I wish to embrace!
Their colors are bright,
And when the time is right,
Oh, what a delight!
They dance in the wind,
The gentle breeze,
And a sense of tranquility they bring out of me.
It's such a wonder, I see,
It leaves me in awe,
Like a new law.
Near, and oh, so far.
The wings of a butterfly,
A masterpiece it seems;
It is a beauty beyond compare,
But they aren't aware
In this world so increasingly rare.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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