Butterfly oh butterfly on my window pane
with your extensive wings of sapphire
and black edges wrapped all around
your beadie little eyes stairring
back at me
I wonder what you think when
looking back at me
Raindrops begin to fall
on my window sill
you begin to flap your wings
in anticipation
I open the window
and you fly right in
atop my shoulder you lay
The storm is over
the sun comes out
everything starts to dry up
then you begin flapping your
wings to the window you sit
waiting for the freedom that
whips you by as you fly free
to the world.
An impressive imagistic piece. The butterfly finds freedom in undulating weightless flight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i could really see the butterfly sitting on the window flapping its wings....the imagery was really nice!