who goes
behind her yellow robes
a camouflage not recognized
its pleasantries float in search of love
like fluttering cabbage butterfly
white wings
dark centre
wielding strings in purity's name
lacking knowledge
fooled in dream
against blue skies sunny rays
and shades of flowers motley pinks
wings
equipped to soar then fall
returning cycles passing by
seemingly congenial eye
till knowledge warns
of hindrances
obscurities
bound
lost
in woven golden thread
- © Jean Bohuslav 2020
Jean Bohuslav belongs to a poetry group in Torquay Victoria that is currently sharing thoughts via zoom, podcasts and emails.
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