Butterfly, Butterfly
flew so high.
Butterfly, Butterfly
caught my eye.
Eyes were a glisten,
wings winked in delight.
Sought such a current
so as he could drift
in warm summer's night.
But as the days shorten
he sags in the air.
Gracefully curves
downwards,
until he lies
motionless
so calm and fair.
But with him as fair he is now make short with the air which becomes loose slowly as a day when with he, you slowly...iip.
Butiful words my friend. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
.............very nice, a lovely write ★