Butterflies
The ripples create the hurricane.
The soul is ripped inside
For the child lost to tears and sorrow
Be enveloped in a rainbow
A glorified sacrifice of a corpse
A/N: So this was something I thought of in the middle of class, same with the other poems. Poetry is not my strong suit but I hope they are still enjoyable never the less. Thanks!
Challenges: Diversity Writing Challenge: A23. cinquain poetry and Prompts in Steps Easy Step 1.01 – prompt: gracious