Butterfly wings.
Dancing, shimmering lights.
They are the northern lights
of the south during the day.
Beautiful lime green.
Flash and flutter.
Dancing upon the walls.
Making such a clutter.
Those butterfly wings.
A light periwinkle blue.
As blue as the ocean.
Mysterious as the moon.
Reminds me of that sky, full of clouds.
Those butterfly wings.
A deep blood red.
So vibrant and full of life.
A deep, swirling crimson.
So loyal and true.
Those butterfly wings.
A sparkling sunny yellow.
So bright and cheerful.
Almost like a lighter gold.
So friendly and caring.
Those butterfly wings.
Those wings hold character.
Opposites they hold as well as mystery.
So dark but light and sure.
Are those butterfly wings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dear Valerie I like your poem. It is very cool...and very well written: D Alicia