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Psych Butterfly
#WritcoPoemPrompt39
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning.
Flowers blooming over looming green shades,
Soon Caterpillars sunning with their exquisitely ways;
Being the soul of prestigious body,
Her heartbeat got freezed in reality.
Writing Fairytale stories,
Butterfly become her favourite identities.
They are the attractions of souls.
The souls who can't break anymore;
Yes! They are Psych creators but are meant to cure too for demons.
She live up with several stitches, broken hearted wounds;
But still carrying smirking bearings loud.
She can't rely heavily into world.
'Coz even nature is hiding with too many folds.
Psych is real!
That what she wants to clear.
Everyone and everything,
All are mystifying.
With both good and bad deeds;
Let's be free to find the beauties
Of nature.
© yashasvi_roxx
Changing seasons hark new beginnings,
Like the shoots of tender plants on a Spring morning.
Flowers blooming over looming green shades,
Soon Caterpillars sunning with their exquisitely ways;
Being the soul of prestigious body,
Her heartbeat got freezed in reality.
Writing Fairytale stories,
Butterfly become her favourite identities.
They are the attractions of souls.
The souls who can't break anymore;
Yes! They are Psych creators but are meant to cure too for demons.
She live up with several stitches, broken hearted wounds;
But still carrying smirking bearings loud.
She can't rely heavily into world.
'Coz even nature is hiding with too many folds.
Psych is real!
That what she wants to clear.
Everyone and everything,
All are mystifying.
With both good and bad deeds;
Let's be free to find the beauties
Of nature.
© yashasvi_roxx
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