Hope and Butterflies
Sadness falls, its colors oblique,
we lust for joy, a smile we seek,
a tender voice in anger's reigns
we turn from hate and lies' refrains.
In our world, changing as it dies,
surviving: Hope and butterflies.
February 16, 2022
For Bite Site Poem #36 Contest
by Line Gauthier
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Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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