Treasure Island

Lindemberg Pereira da Silva

(04/03/1985 / Brazil)

'A Humming-Bird And A Butterfly'


Once upon a time...
On a lovely spring afternoon
a butterfly was flying in the garden
She landed on a flower,
And left its nectar.
A humming bird
was attracted by its smell
and fed itself with it.
In all the afternoons of that sping,
the butterfly flew,
Spreading her wings between the flowers
Leaving its nectar on them.
The humming-bird was enchanted,
And he drank it in all the flowers,
Because he fell in love with her.

Submitted: Sunday, October 24, 2010
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  • Amy Marie (12/2/2010 10:24:00 AM)

    Wow! I like the last line and the fact that the poems is about spring :) It fills my senses :) (Report) Reply

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