Butterfly of joy
A forest, here I always sit and think,
Play with the leaves, dance with birds,
Brook jumps and call, splash of icy water,
As if; teasing, pleasing, coughing, sneezing,
And this calm breeze, dying to kiss,
Colourful jungle, jingle-jungle,
Dryad of poesy, flowers of word,
Lovely curios, climbing day,
Downing dawn,
A chess board of poetry,
Check and mete, darkness gone,
Hope at the tower top, hop- hop for hope,
Handicap grief with crotchet trot to elope,
Butterfly of joy blushed coy,
With false shame fuzzed,
Cooking future dream,
Courage melts, words pelts,
Forest of colorful plants and tree,
You can pick or pluck its free,
Come; play in the forest of word,
Game of sentence with sense-a game
nice.....poetry the forest................ fantastic........................
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Come; play in the forest of word, Game of sentence with sense-a game A nice write.