Sunburn in November near.
Brightness of sunshine.
Being held no fear.
Bathed in golden light.
And the so Admiral fluttered.
Bit late in the season.
For butterfly to flutter by.
Landed on the sill.
Absorbed the suns prolific rays.
Grazing on warmth and autumn comfort.
I came too close and you were gone.
(C) Livvi
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:02 AM UTC
Sunburn in November near.
Brightness of sunshine.
Being held no fear.
Bathed in golden light.
And the so Admiral fluttered.
Bit late in the season.
For butterfly to flutter by.
Landed on the sill.
Absorbed the suns prolific rays.
Grazing on warmth and autumn comfort.
I came too close and you were gone.
(C) Livvi
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