A closed bud
Still asleep
Yet to spread her petals
Share her beauty, nectar.
Every morning butterflies
Come and kiss her
Woo her endlessly
What do they say?
Do they coax her?
beg her to shed fear
to throw away her covers
and look around her?
To see the beautiful world
Waiting eagerly
for her to open her eyes
And show her pretty face.
wild wind blows free
13 years ago
1 comment:
People keep commenting. It becomes an issue when people take "all" of those comments seriously.
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