Sunday 17 July 2011

SONGS OF BUTERFLIES

So my folks display apart
when they see the little Stars...
when the men of drinking bar
sit with tones of bottle stars.
So I fly a little far...

When I see the shiny moon,
So my wings display the fun.
When I feel the scent of rose
so I move from fields to folds...
Then I fly a little far...

When I sleep on scentful leaf
So you think I never live...
Just attempt to move closer;
Then I fly a little far...

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