This paragon of beauty

This paragon of beauty

Has no need of such shackles.

His articulate tongue should be as free as the sky.

In the bleak months,

A beautiful union of butterflies

Created a new combined force.

A chrysalis of love develops

Under a melting rainbow

Of cappuccino, cream and Capsicum


Explosive and moist

In the morning dew.

The union is tainted

By shadows of an untold propaganda.

It is as delicate as paper thin glass.

Where ravens fly in circles,

The butterflies fear their path,

Yet remaining steadfast

And true to their intentions,

They escape harm

And settle upon lush green leaves

In the eternal garden.



About Sunrise

I'm a writer and musician

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