black dots
on yellow shell
mumbling my wish
moving to my spell
flutters away
unmindful of what i said
chase by my gaze
to sunset rest
as i walk down
daffodils field
reliving moments time
with bloom on my hand
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i guess it was a lady bird beetle you saw... nice imagery.. homey