a butterfly flits
from flower to flower
seeking not
the golden nectar
found within
tirelessly
his journey endless
field to field
forest to forest
one day ends
another begins
seeking one
the same as he
many years
he's travelled alone
not knowing ... his sin
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200 Poems (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
PoetryA challenge to write 200 poems between November 1 - December 31, 2016. Please support the others who have accepted this challenge. Follow them at #200poemchallenge. (completed Nov 25, 2016, 8:52am)
