Guesswork

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It’s a sunshine while on logs moving on liquid salty and large

Butterflies approaching but in awe they forgot

Do you ever wonder why they came back and you wake-up?

One day they’ll arrive similar, yes quite, but not alike.

Putted on stone the count and every day hues were in mind

Yet little wings left then flew back after months

Sing at liberty you see the vast wonder they figure

But then and there solitary nourished the fold sure.

Tiny eyes receive pleading bewildering death

Lone goodbye was ample and sure thing did not left

Somehow accept the stone was made to crash with luck

Like a child born to live guesswork don’t think it flap.

xxx

An attempt for the first poem.J Just enjoying the so-called 'poetic license'. But critics, you are welcome to let me learn.J