Saturday, January 16, 2010

Butterfly



A sprinkle of glittering dust
Silver, white and gold
Blue bells tinkle in the wind
Sing me a secret song.

Butterfly on a string
A flurry of excitement
An incoherent babble
Free it, poor thing.

A flutter of gossamer wings
Close to my heart
Fly far away
Pretty butterfly.

P.S. This is a happy poem right?

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