• sanity 3w

    ITS A TRIBUTE TO ALL THOSE PAGES AND WORDS THAT I THREW THINKING THAT ITS NOT ENOUGH..AND NEW THOUGHTS WHICH ARE YET TO BE WRITTEN.........

    Autumn butterflies ---refers to fall in the number of butterfly during the season change actually here it refers to the fall of words like those butterflies which actually have flowers yet they can't have those bcz they migrate so same with these thrown words which arr good yet not shown.

    Paper roses -- show that the pieces which I threw were also the gud ones but not the best so they were like paper roses which look beautiful but ain't havin their fragrance.... Which differentiate between paper nd a original rose

    Fairy dust---thinkin of magic to help me write to find words to write

    Shading -- hiding
    Scarlett shoes --- here scarlett represents both a side of pride and a bad side so here it shows both the sides of those thrown papers which were gud yet bad to be thrown

    Winfrey leaves --its an reference to Oprah Winfrey who is huge success but here it represents her life before success her hardships

    Gala's ---are referred to those times when we wait for some reason to write
    Futile bread crumbs --worthless words written without a reason but summer is a season of growth sunshine and happiness so summer anthem means those worthless words were once a part of best thoughts yet thrown

    Shackled words means after throwing these words aways now I need to find new words some ne reason to write so shackled words are those which are yat to find....

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    Autumn Butterflies....

    Truth to be told,
    I have got a fire to withhold,
    Springs of thoughts,
    Scribbled in my books,
    All waiting to shoot,
    Falling like ashes,
    Crumpled in pieces,
    Filling my litter boxes,
    Are the paper roses,
    Unliked by autumn butterflies,
    Waiting for fairy dust,
    To sparkle and to shine,
    Shading under scarlett shoes,
    Lost in corporal hues,
    Hiding under winfrey leaves,
    Vagabonding in mysterious magnificent gala's,
    Are the futile bread crumbs,
    Of my summer anthem,
    Lost I think,
    Are the rivers of words,
    In the almighty brainstorms,
    I wonder how many,
    Quiescent nights would it take,
    To search the shackled words,

    I lost.

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