My confession follows
being a women  to myself
I am afraid of it's authenticity
when it concludes me

My ink yet to refill
it may draw a line
or a word hidden
depths of soul earth

Swarm of blue butterflies were      
fluttering all around me, they mumbled
'beauty of world'. I roused, snowy wind is
blowing slowly ; a swarm of blue butterflies
fluttering .The elegant blue spreads
all over me  they mumbled  'beauty of world'.