Spring
- Maryuri Reyes Munoz
- Dec 11, 2021
- 1 min read
Inspiration from Emily Dickinson
‘’Hope’’ is the thing that comes out in the Spring —
With it fragile and thousands of colorful scales —
In the garden they will continue to fly —
And the predators are waiting for them to show —
If the flying wings are broken —
It will continue to fly Away from the garden —
Two weeks left in their lifetime they will fly—
It will never ask anything but eat the nectar of my flowers—
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