Butterfly Poems
Hues and fluttering,
Beauty in a microcosm,
In and out of sight.
An egg first; and then
Caterpillar; then in womb;
Then I rise, I fly.
Scent of pheromones;
She glides and circles and soars
He showers his love.
Copyright © Gowri Nandana | Year Posted 2023
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