Pale Butterflies
By
Lisa A.Williams
Feeling freedom through
outstretched wings of
imagination.
imagination.
Soaring over the
green sea,
feet still touching
soft blades
somehow they knew
they were “flying".
Cropped crowns of sun
gold
racing against the
wind
in the fields
of backyard magic.
Once grounded,
feeling the brittle
fall
of harsh words and
stinging discipline
wings clipped-
yet always there is a
wishing
to fly again.
simply beautiful!
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