Friday, June 25, 2021

Anais Eastwood Hill Poem

 As I had a scroll around my house a butterfly flew right past.It's purple and black wings had a magnificent glow telling me where to go.


I followed the butterfly here and there until it disappeared somewhere.I lunged over the flower bed to find lots of species but not the magnificent one I had seen earlier.


The rest of the day I had no luck. So I went out to clear my heart.My walk was lonely, lonely and indeed but then a spark had caught my eye. It was a  magnificent sight.The purple and black shimmer sparkled on its body.It was my butterfly.


Anais Brodie 

Eastwood Hill


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