In the garden of hues where blossoms sigh,
A flutter of grace ‘neath the azure sky.
A pink butterfly, a delicate dance,
Whispers of elegance in every glance.
Wings painted in petals, rosy and bright,
Carrying dreams in the soft sunlight.
Silken ballet in the midday air,
A dance of beauty beyond compare.
Through meadows adorned in a blush,
The pink butterfly, a lyrical hush.
Gentle zephyrs carry its ballet,
An ode to love in nature’s display.
In the golden hours of the eventide,
It weaves through breezes, a poetic ride.
A creature of wonder, a balletic sprite,
Painting the dusk in hues of delight.
Oh, pink butterfly, ephemeral and free,
A canvas of grace for the world to see.
Nature’s poetry in delicate wings,
A fleeting sonnet as the evening sings.
About the Creator
Mellygan
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Comments (1)
This was so vivid and evocative! Beautiful poem!