Day six
Poetry prompt Emily Dickinson
Poem chosen Fame is a bee
What matter then that fame is as a bee
it has a song, it has a sting,ah too
it has a wing
What matter then if fame is as a rose
it has a bloom, it has a thorn, ah too
it will be shorn
What matter then, for fame is as a cat
it has a purr, it has a grace, ah too
it has a face
What matter then, fame is as butterfly
it has a sheen, it has a glow, ah too
it soon will go
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