Golden wings that spread and fold,
Transient Visitor of Ebon and Gold,
Spark my Imagination Falling
From Times past, Childhood recalling,
When Chasing Flutters entwined the day,
With Eloquence Unspoken unfolding in Play.
Now passing Gently this way once more,
Tiniest Beauty, my heart Implore
While Secrets Whisper from Sacred sky,
Entreat me to Follow, Open your wings and Fly.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at: honeybeesuite.com
Poetry Inspired by: On Monarch’s Wings by The Arkside of Thought
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Thanks to metamorphosis
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I always feel that Butterfly’s wish for us to fly with them and play 🙂 love this poem 🙂
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that is a beautiful thought 🙂 Thank You!
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🙂
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No no…Thank you..Truly!! 🙂
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my smile was for being thanked 🙂 your poem easily inspired the vision of flying off to play with the butterfly’s 🙂
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