From my swing
I spot the Monarch
sipping from a nectary,
gently I snare him
by his dew drenched wings.
I wonder if he knows
his fate lies in my hands.
Clutched between my fingers
imagine how his heart pounds.
National Geographic
From my swing
I spot the Monarch
sipping from a nectary,
gently I snare him
by his dew drenched wings.
I wonder if he knows
his fate lies in my hands.
Clutched between my fingers
imagine how his heart pounds.
National Geographic
Thank you Aladin. So appreciated! πΊ
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I’m honoured for sharing this beautiful feeling πππΉβ€β
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I am honored! ππΉβ€β
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