butterflies twitched and
turned in frost covered sleep,
unknowingly awaiting the
first cry of the
warm spring dawn
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PoetryAn on-going collection of poems about anything and everything. Not too happy but not too heavy either.
Frosty Flight
butterflies twitched and
turned in frost covered sleep,
unknowingly awaiting the
first cry of the
warm spring dawn