Somewhere, I disappear to. A place in which I become

Weightless, like a butterfly.

I shouldn’t be able to breathe, but

My new-found gills slowly begin to make themselves useful and

My heart quickly picks up its pace.

I become lost in my own thoughts. Surrounded by my eutopia,

Nothing else can be heard. I work my arms and legs in sync against the blue, every stroke

Graceful. A butterfly, surrounded by blue.


Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression! Please never stop expressing from the heart. Continue the journey of poetry. 

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