Metamorphosis
My
Dusk sky
Blurred blues dye
Clouds creep in sly
In storm surging high
Bird of crushed wings I fly
Find in debris wrecked nest lie
Hued dawn lifts new sun I descry
Your lush lawn blooms I turn butterfly.
November 6, 2019
Syllable count : 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9
Checked on howmanysyllables.com
Rhyme : Checked on RhymeZone.com
Contest : Rhyming Nonet
Sponsor : Charles Messina
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2019
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