Poetry of a soul |✔|

❃Mellow ♡࿐

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈➤ ❝ [when I got mature] ❞

Day 3

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Under the pale crescent moon,

Shone like silvery claw in the sky,

Sprawled across this meadow ,

Is how I typify mellow ;

Reaching out empryean so high,

I inadvertently touched a butterfly;

It's wings plunged, turned ugly as worm,

The meadows turned muddy ,

All once pure, now grungy;

"I aver I wasn't at fault."

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A/N: check inline comment to understand the meaning of words used here.

Here butterfly is used as a metaphor of age/maturity . Empryean here symbolise dreams, the poem tries to tell, the contrast between the view of life in childhood to that of adulthood.