She lay
with frayed memories
of chasing wild butterflies of her youth
humming autumn’s song.
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
Lay
forgottenmeadows
thoughts from my mind to yours
She lay
with frayed memories
of chasing wild butterflies of her youth
humming autumn’s song.
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
forgottenmeadows 
November 7, 2017 at 9:24 am
So nostalgically beautiful. But look at the butterfly she has become 🙂
November 7, 2017 at 9:45 am
Thank you Alex 🙂
November 7, 2017 at 9:45 am
You are welcome, Neha 🙂
November 7, 2017 at 3:00 pm
So Phenomenally Sweet! 😎😎😎😎😎😎😎
November 8, 2017 at 8:35 am
Thank you so much Dorna ❤
November 7, 2017 at 5:52 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
November 7, 2017 at 10:26 pm
Achingly beautiful; I’m sure I just saw a fluttering of wings in the photograph 🙂 A sweet illusion inspired by you! xx
November 8, 2017 at 8:35 am
Thank you so much Diana ❤
November 8, 2017 at 7:19 am
Nice poem Neha, but I have a hard time imagining you laying in that swampy marsh! 🙂
November 8, 2017 at 8:34 am
haha Thanks Brad 😀 It’s good to imagine!
November 8, 2017 at 9:44 am
Indeed!