BUTTERFLIES
Butterflies,
Hover,
Amidst the flowers and in the garden,
To take the honey,
Our minds become butterflies,
To take us to daffodils,
And present us a bliss,
When on our couch we lie,
We dances with butterflies,
Not in the garden,
But amidst flowers of plastic,
Without fragrance
A good description of how some prefer to look at film, and plastic models instead of life itself.
Life longing to live and be stilled once the sweet nectar of honey has been tasted -the bliss of satisfaction.Beautiful poem.I gave you ten.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. I love it.10+++++++