
Formed in the image of a butterfly
Winged with spirit, to propel
The heart took to flight
It soared in unison to the flow of the breeze
Touched flowers, delighted in being free
They found the essence of me
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This is my Six Line Poem is Response to Girlie on the Edge’s prompt “Form.”
i am jealous of your poetability! goodjob
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Simply delightful.
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That was a delightful read.
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Beautifully done!
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Very visual
(and, for the record, I’m jealous of Paul’s neologism)
lol
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Thank you
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So simple yet beautiful 🙂
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Thank you
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There is a hidden symmetry in your poem.
As it is the case with what seems simple, yet simply never is.
No need to dissect, to analyze.
Only feel its aura, like a butterfly landing unexpectedly next to you.
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