The Bell Jar
I like colorful thingsButterflies in particular ,
I chase them everyday ,
Capture them and contain
In my little bell jar!
By the end of the day
however they start fading
They don't appear shiny anymore
Do they become duller?
Is it the jar that mars ?
Maybe I don't have the eye
Of a butterfly connoisseur.
Poetry by Seema
Read 796 times
Written on 2017-04-14 at 04:46




Texts |
by SeemaLatest textsFalling and risingNew words Guavas Families The lost song |

