On butterfly wings colors painted
Truth floating shades to eyes tainted
Fluttering hues and patterns imbue
Each a different moth they view
Some say black with shades of yellow
To another an orange patterned fellow
Some see lines where others see dots
Where some view numbers others see spots
In flight flittering wings in play
On the ground reversed wings on display
Wind's illusion a spark in the air
Where all observers are right, both colors it does bear
Two different viewers that pursuers both see
In flight or alight, both right, though they may disagree
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: April 18th, 2026 04:47
- Category: Unclassified
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- Users favorite of this poem: Priya Tomar, arqios
- In collections: Perception.
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Comments3
Yes, I like it. True of people, our thoughts and opinions. Great imagery as well. Well penned!
Thank you Katie for the review and comment it is as always most appreciated and valued
We interpret same thiing differently .
Nice poem
Thank you so much Priya for the read and comment. Yes you are so right
Right up my reading alley here, Soren. A definite fave 🤩🙏🏻🕊️
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