Virginity Poem by Sarah Elizabeth Clark
Virginity
Broken free, the butterfly spreads upon a flower,
Bountiful colors appearing in her flushed wings,
Rustling with the slight, warmest of breezes,
Too fragile to breathe outwards.
Thoughts anything but secret,
Apparent in her skittish movements,
The rocking, frolicking laughter,
Of one whose life is fleeting.
Soaring up and bending down to meet,
The delicate petals and sensual pollen,
Playing the beautiful object that is not held alive,
By anything more than her sunlight companions.
A beautiful poem and wordings felt more fascinating and liked.
this is a very good poem indeed...i like the poem very much....a vivid image has been created...i have also written a poem on butterfly...you may read it
what a lovely poem, it's like watching or walking in the garden along with butterflies :) my vote is 10v:
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 10:57:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
delicate and tender... it flutters over the subject like the butterfly that you have painted in graphic colors and i liked you lines difficult to encompass vague and subjective feelings...did a great job...liked