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Written: November 17, 2023 For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest Butterflies are self-propelled flowers.~R.H. Heinlein
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I was beset by fetching shade and quiet. Silky blue wave was all that lent insight. Cynosure twilight, nocturnal birds in the air Comely moon is at its peak—it imparts glare. Nighttime wind howling and exquisite moon A sense of demure in stygian helps ease the loon. Quench me while I bask in its exquisiteness. Whilst wave waltz in the night's inure emptiness. I grasp a nemesis moon; lilting wings are one. Might collide in her mellifluous swings in the sun. I look at another butterfly, a one-winged moon. Until I'm inebriated on opulent honey and swoon. An indigo moon, a velvety butterfly in scope A seraglio amid flower petals, flying on a slope As dreams fly toward me, my soul soars in the sky. Holding hands, aureate as the sun climbs high. Frail spirits are seen in cobalt, marigold, and blue. Flutter and sing nebulous operas, then subdue Diaphanous butterfly flight; the moon guides waves. Butterflies flew by willow trees on the paves. Her theatrical pirouettes and plies were unique. Her effusive leaps and swanlike views amaze sleek. Pearl blue eyes, rose-colored skin, and silver hair The prima donna version of a frog lacks a stare. Amidst the tranquility of the nocturnal calm, What ensues in its midst, amid the lunar charm? When gloom veils our sight—quiet crams the air. Utterly divine events happen beyond compare. Don't opine the sky's limit if moon steps are seen. The only limits are yours; call it a muse, not a dream. Quit your egregious zone to foresee epoch beyond. Strive for the full moon, and Elysian stars will bond.

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Date: 12/21/2023 6:41:00 AM
Back with Congratulations on your win. I enjoyed reading your beautiful/wonderful write again. I love your butterfly picture. Merry Christmas..........
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Date: 11/18/2023 1:25:00 AM
This is yet another exquisite write Sotto. I was mesmerized and blessed. Your vocabulary is unmatched, and the tone and rhythm of your poetic masterpiece is incredible!
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Date: 11/17/2023 11:42:00 PM
This masterpiece is flowing with rivers of imagery and beauty. The intelligent word choices seem only a tip of your vast vocabulary. In deed you are truly a unique poet. Thanks for sharing your gift and I also love the title.
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Date: 11/17/2023 8:47:00 PM
This muselike poem of enchantment sent my mind on a magical journey. You are so good with all these difficult words- hafta look a lot up- but I so enjoy your voice!
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Date: 11/17/2023 8:18:00 PM
"Amidst the tranquility of the nocturnal calm, What ensues in its midst, amid the lunar charm? When gloom veils our sight—quiet crams the air. Utterly divine events happen beyond compare." What wonderful display of a celestial night strewn with butterflies and bathed in luminous moonlight. The range of words used is amazing as always. I got goosebumps reading this beauty ! All the Best dear friend.
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Date: 11/17/2023 4:12:00 PM
dearest Sotto--what a delicate and meticulously written poem! Where I grew up, I often saw moon butterflies. They, like your poem, captured my heart and spoke to my soul. Your rhyme scheme was impeccable; the imagery stunning, and the message at the end was uplifting and inspirational(where Elysian stars will bond) This verse was my favorite: I grasp a nemesis moon; lilting wings are one....Until I'm inebriated on opulent honey and swoon. That captures the childhood feeling I had.A masterpiece!
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Date: 11/17/2023 1:04:00 PM
Amidst the tranquility of the nocturnal calm, What ensues in its midst, amid the lunar charm? When gloom veils our sight—quiet crams the air. Utterly divine events happen beyond compare--splendidly descriptive lauding the realms of moon. Well done, Lasaad.
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Date: 11/17/2023 12:16:00 PM
WOW!! What a beautiful write/lovely butterfly picture. Love It... Good Luck.... Have a blessed day/weekend writing away............
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Date: 11/17/2023 9:25:00 AM
Absolutely stunning how you’ve written a very butterfly poem, i love the rhymes in this and the way this flows too. I love the colors used and also the mellifluous swings in the sun and the way moon winged ones were described here. This is truly so ethereal and moving and flows in such cadence. I really love “ Pearl blue eyes, rose-colored skin, and silver hair“ such detailed descriptions. A muse not a dream yes, definitely the moon is a muse for so many poets.pleasure readng this. Impeccable
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