Reverie
Weekly Writing Prompt #292 from
http://sundayswhirligig.blogspot.com/2020/11/whirligig-292.html
Prompt words in red.
The longer I lay
listening to the butterflies sing,
the easier I heard them
in their hidden nest
among the blue corn stalks.
The sunny light of day
slid into tender twilight.
I wondered if I sank into sleep
while the stars were still specks?
I reflected,
do butterflies only sing while hidden?
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This flows as wonderfully as a good dream
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