Saturday, July 19, 2025

My Monarch

The monarch opens up her wings

to sing in this silent spring
my heart whispers winter
but she's having none of it
Shhhhh....she's sitting on the rock
a dream of flowers envelops her
amidst the rain
her beauty sleeps
a deep slumber
about to awake
from the cocoon. 
image source: internet


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