The Longest Kiss is When Butterflies Fly About

Aw beautiful Sherry! Such visuals you've conjured :-) x
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Sherry, such beautiful visual images you have created in our minds with this poem.
Such a wonderful journey of nature you have depicted through this poem.
A constant cycle of nature which remains the same and how seasons, and life shapes around it.
Trees, mountains, butterflies, does, flowers, rain, and all the other beautiful elements that nature has given us you have woven into words.
Our grandparents admitted the beauty of the nature, our parents admired it too and now we are lucky enough to see it, feel it.
To me, every word in this poem sounds so real, a true feeling, like I am there seeing a winter rose collecting the dew in its petals. I am hearing the sound of rain which actually feels like music to my ears.
I waited for that moment when butterfly comes from the cocoon.
And yes, I saw from the top of that majestic mountain how gracefully nature creates and destroys life on our mother earth.
You end the poem from where it begins just like the constant cycle of the nature.
Language of the poem is graceful, majestic, fertile, it shines and glows too like a rainbow. Something you get to read once in a lifetime as I am not sure when will it reincarnate again.
Loved it:)

This is so image filled and well rhymed I couldn't not like it :)

Such a stunning write. Absolutely beautiful. All the very best

Wow!! The imagery in this is absolutely stunning! What a beautiful write! Well done!