The butterfly gave me the wings.
Ah, as it was cheerful to me on clouds
Has disarranged my hair winds...
The winter frightens to me only, know,
Soon, White wings covers with snow...
i think, and this is silly me, that with one wing of the butterfly, and your one lovely wing, you both create a pair of angel wings, now just reach out and step away... :)
the butterfly the wind and the winter...good imageries on the passing shows of age in life...a well thought out write 10
Such beautiful imagery Tsira, lovely poem. Best wishes, Andrew
Who knows what can result from the beat of a butterflies wings of indeed from the butterfly itself. Do you illustrate your poetry best wishes jim
there is something very cheerful here. there is a life, good efforts tsira. thanks for coming to my side of the site. tks.
with wings you fly and the air will sweep the cover of snow - a deep poem, lovely
With wings we fly to our to our destiny with freedom! Nice poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Eloquently written, Tsira.I could see through the eyes of those who it was about.A found pleasure for today.