Butterfly and Rose
Out of his cocoon,
Tiptoed a butterfly.
Young and naive,
He soared through the sky.
Up and down
And through the canopies
He flew towards
The most beautiful sight.
Caught up in the charms
Of Rose’s soft petals,
He rushed to touch her,
Unaware of her thorns.
But alas,
There wasn’t a way
That she could tell him
About her deadly thorns.
She watched as he fell
Into the loams,
The ephemeral love in his arms,
Inevitably to wither away.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 3:26 PM UTC
Butterfly and Rose
Out of his cocoon,
Tiptoed a butterfly.
Young and naive,
He soared through the sky.
Up and down
And through the canopies
He flew towards
The most beautiful sight.
Caught up in the charms
Of Rose’s soft petals,
He rushed to touch her,
Unaware of her thorns.
But alas,
There wasn’t a way
That she could tell him
About her deadly thorns.
She watched as he fell
Into the loams,
The ephemeral love in his arms,
Inevitably to wither away.
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