That beauty called Butterfly
came flying fluttering its little wings
and sat on her finger!
She kissed softlyits colorful wing
She carried it on her her finger
to the garden for honey in the flower
It never flew for the flower
enjoyed sitting in her soft rosy finger
like a winged little angel!
Beautiful and sweet poem. Please kindly check my poems HOPE and THE BEAUTY OF DEATH. Kingsley Egbukole
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Short and sweet poem about the butterfly. Loved it. Thanks for sharing.