write your own poem about butterfly. use rhyming words. you can use these hints-
fly,wings,flower,gentle,tender,breeze
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Oh my little butterfly,
you are very colourful and it is not a lie
Your wings are very delicate.
I simply like your wings though I am pretty afraid if they might broke.
I am a lover of your flight.
If you fly, it's a great sight.
I wish I could fly like you.
But It's a wish though :(
The way you collect nectar, is a fascinating scene for a acre.
Though you are small,
you are the one the adore the most.
I know being small or big doesn't matter,
but it is the world which takes us down because they Like tattering us.
Hope helped!
you are very colourful and it is not a lie
Your wings are very delicate.
I simply like your wings though I am pretty afraid if they might broke.
I am a lover of your flight.
If you fly, it's a great sight.
I wish I could fly like you.
But It's a wish though :(
The way you collect nectar, is a fascinating scene for a acre.
Though you are small,
you are the one the adore the most.
I know being small or big doesn't matter,
but it is the world which takes us down because they Like tattering us.
Hope helped!
AMAYTRIPATHI:
gr8 praneeth
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Heya...Empress Here!!
You were so little yet you flew,
You fought those winds that strongly blew,
But now I cannot see you fly,
Seems like wings are trapped and I know why.
You used to jump from flowers of life,
Gentle breeze and happiness thrived,
But you were not allowed to live,
They ne'er knew what you can give.
Those tender touches, that sweetest glow,
Were gone somehow and then started mourn,
Why were they still against you?
They hated you and loved some new.
They took you out someday and then,
Took a shovel used by men,
They dug a deep ditch in the ground,
Buried you such that ne'er to be found.
All is I ask them a question
Was killing you the only solution?
Don't know when they'll respect a girl child
But now long gone is my butterfly.
- Kaileena
You were so little yet you flew,
You fought those winds that strongly blew,
But now I cannot see you fly,
Seems like wings are trapped and I know why.
You used to jump from flowers of life,
Gentle breeze and happiness thrived,
But you were not allowed to live,
They ne'er knew what you can give.
Those tender touches, that sweetest glow,
Were gone somehow and then started mourn,
Why were they still against you?
They hated you and loved some new.
They took you out someday and then,
Took a shovel used by men,
They dug a deep ditch in the ground,
Buried you such that ne'er to be found.
All is I ask them a question
Was killing you the only solution?
Don't know when they'll respect a girl child
But now long gone is my butterfly.
- Kaileena
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