THE PURE WHITE BUTTERFLY

poem for a friend

Barely sensations,

wings soundless.

Frog strains to hear.

Rings of smoke around.

Ground burning.

Singing bird of Paradise'

eyes so round

shed tears.

All

crops

Now

raining skies,

Butterfly

Has no fears.

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

This is nicely written poem. I can feel the soul inside. Don't make sadness at the end. Butterfly must flutter happily around. Have a nice day.