Her Crown

Charmed Chaos

Image by Christine Carr from Pixabay

The crown she wore was nothing more
than an illustration of inner self-
An ancient garden of floating butterflies
dancing in sundrenched air

Where golden legged honeybees
get drunk on riotous wildflowers
woven together in an intricate maze
of stems and petals and leaves

dVerse Poets Pub: Quadrille #145- Heady is the Poem that wears the Crown

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