I Now Hear Your Butterfly
I
now
hear your
butterfly
sings your morning song
on the eve of marching to front
sprinkling vermilion tint on your face in demure smile
It may burst into tears like shells explode in war front touching red end of death's black grin
Fibonacci - Poetry Contest
Sponsor rob carmack
9th March, 2015
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2015
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