Reminded me of a poem I had written a long time ago:
"The butterfly has flown away And now the memories remain The colours of her wings Still etched in his mind's eye The butterfly has flown away Fluttering with the wind Flapping her wings, hard Leaving behind a sad smile Yet, she remembers That time she sat on his fingertip Yet, she remembers That fleeting moment when she stayed still Then the gust of wind came Her wings caught that drift And she was blown away She flew away Leaving behind tiny vortices of wingtip powder Falling gently on that fingertip That still stayed still Till the memories settled down And he held on to that wingtip powder Remembering the memories of that fleeting moment"
Reminded me of a poem I had written a long time ago:
ReplyDelete"The butterfly has flown away
And now the memories remain
The colours of her wings
Still etched in his mind's eye
The butterfly has flown away
Fluttering with the wind
Flapping her wings, hard
Leaving behind a sad smile
Yet, she remembers
That time she sat on his fingertip
Yet, she remembers
That fleeting moment when she stayed still
Then the gust of wind came
Her wings caught that drift
And she was blown away
She flew away
Leaving behind tiny vortices of wingtip powder
Falling gently on that fingertip
That still stayed still
Till the memories settled down
And he held on to that wingtip powder
Remembering the memories of that fleeting moment"
Thanks for the memories!
Arnab Majumdar on ScribbleFest.com
I tried so hard to capture a butterfly the other day with my zoom lense, but no sooner did I have in in my sights, it would flutter out of frame.
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