As I run to the hill
The butterfly appeared
Flew with grace
And kissed my lips.
It was just a peck
But my mind in whirl
It hurled to acquiesce
The butterfly just gave me a kiss.
But a millisecond
I just blinked
But the butterfly
In thin air, evanesced.
I touched my lips
It curved to smile
And I believed
Sheer bliss is nigh!
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Tea Poetry
PoetryPoetry and noise amidst stillness. When words are too much to bear And they want to spillover Let go and unravel The inner voice This won't be possible If I didn't let go of the fear that nobody will appreciate. Yet, the words were too heavy to ca...
