From the shadow-frosted timbers
to a soul-caressing ray.
From unrelenting sheaths of silt
weighed beneath an earth’s decay.
From ebbing bud to rising bloom,
hearts exhumed to wakened eyes.
As winter’s curtain takes its bow,
spread her wings…begin to fly.
For now she is free.
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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
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Hi PuppyDoc(PHoebe) Love your poem “Butterfly!” it has such passion how we all long to be free! Thank you for liking my poems “Freedom! A Glance! and London Street!” Please be Safe and Well. #TheFoureyedPoet.
Thanks! Wishing you the best also 🙂