The butterfly

The butterfly is like a flower
which moves its station every hour.
Oh,happy is he on the wing.
The vision makes me quick to sing.
The flower is open in the sun,
And to its heart, true love shall come.
The bees shall feast and fly replete
With nectar they are now full sweet.
I sing of color and of love,
Blessings that rain down from above.
I wish to be a flower too.
Ah,that the bee could but be you.

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About Katherine

I like poetry and history.I love literature and music.I love Leonard Cohen
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2 Responses to The butterfly

  1. Beautiful words and image:)xxx

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