By day, you are discrete and mysterious;
Mutely listening to the bustling sounds around you;
But refusing to engage with even the prettiest butterfly.
Like the evening primrose,
Your petals unfurl at dusk;
You transform into a thing of beauty;
Attracting the rare moth;
And surrounding yourself with creatures of the night.
As prompted by W3 Prompt #53: Wea’ve Written Weekly poet of the week, Brandon Ellrich.
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What a great pick it is such a delicate flower and a lovely verse too ❤️
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Love.❤️
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This was beautifully rendered, Jennifer ~ like an image painted with words!
Much love,
David
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Thank you, David! 😊
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Jennifer ❤
I just wanna let you know that this week's W3, hosted by our beloved Sadje, is now live:
Enjoy!
Much love,
David
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I love the personification of the primrose. Very creative.
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Thank you 😊
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I adore this poem 💙
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Thank you😊
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