Children are Butterflies.
Winged Art.
Puzzle pieces of abstract
paintings
Trace the lines of clouds.
No care in the world,
Oblivious to dangers.
Outstanding ignorance, but they say
ignorance is bliss
so unknown events encourage dreams.
The sight of
their blue wings
make me green.
Confetti colored creatures crawl carelessly.
Life is a struggle for most
people. Life is short for the
less fortunate. Life is filled with
war, but my Life is forgotten
when I dream of life as
butterflies soaring without obstacles in Life.
-I always wondered what it would be like to not be human, and instead, be a butterfly. and not have to go through struggle. Following the layout of this poem was difficult though.
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