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Days of golden butterfly wings

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Days of golden butterfly wings

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Beautiful wings expending time with each movement

under the tree, there is a song brewing among the roots.

Tomorrow is not an easy word anymore;

the days seem to bring their desires afloat,

even the fruit on the table begins to rot.

Remember the days when the sky was blue, and the grass was green?

Fluttering days of sunshine and picnics in the park;

long evenings under the night sky, not a care in the world it seemed.

Yes, the days of golden butterfly wings.


When will those days return?

I see the birds leave their nest for next Spring.

Now everything seems so long ago, like an eco inside an empty can;

Good night moon plays continuously on and on,

soon the day will become night; the sun is about to go…

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Dallas, Texas

01/15/2021
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Chema Ysmer ·
The sun when winter arrives says good night to its parishioners, cold and snow; but he knows that when the last fruit on the tree has been consumed or has rotted on the ground, something new will emerge again to fill the voids blown by the wind.

This poem is wonderful, what a pity that English is not my strong suit.
Kisses and always more.
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Berengario ·
I would ask you to consider the chances of substituting "expanding" for "expending". It would sound more quantum-physicslike, would'nt it?. And definitely would make up for the word "butterfly", whose use I strongly advise against. The song on the roots reminds me of the Pastoral Symphony by Beethoven. "Tomorrow" would be fine if "yesterday" was not so painfull, as the rest of the poem so well depicts.
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