Treasure Island

Madrason writer

(24-07-1967 / waalwijk netherlands)

Butterfly


Butterfly


I'm floating here high in the sky
my feet are heavy that is why
they gave me wings to fly

Each time i land and try to walk
i hear the rumours and backtalk
and lose a load of yellow chalk

I 'm made to make lovers
in bellies one discovers
i'm tickeling their clovers

long before the summer-start
i'm showing colours in your heart
too carpe deum is my part

I'm floating here high in the sky
my feet are heavy that is why
they gave me wings to fly


Madrason 10-04-2009

Submitted: Friday, April 10, 2009
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