Kristin Edwards Poet I do not know?

The Spoken Butterfly

The Spoken Butterfly

The butterfly speaks loud,
For the pretty colors that it possesses.
The butterfly speaks freedom,
For how it seeks out morning of night.
The butterfly speaks of beginning,
Wrapped in a cocoon during infant stages so tight.
The butterfly speaks growth,
As it spreads its wings during flight.
The butterfly speaks of youth,
For even in the end, it is spoken of Beauty.

01-04-15

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John Fleming January 5, 2015 at 6:53 PM A good little poem, Kristin...nice lines! :-) John.

Thabang Ngoma January 5, 2015 at 4:35 PM You've captured the beauty and the freedom of the butterfly in this poem...thanks for this gift...rgds, 7habang