Butterfly poem/11
A nd now the time to fly,
Had arrived again,
As she stepped out of her
Cocoon,
Ready to soar to the blue sky,
She thought of him
And wished him well
For in the rainbows
Of forgiveness,
She needed to let him go
In order to breathe and travel again
Hazel ettridge
Fri 29th Jun 2018 14:47
I love the last line. It brings fullness to the rest of the poem.