My life,
is but the flutter of a butterflys wings,
capturing the sun for an instant,
My breath is cast,
a soft breeze, in this storm of life,
My shadow owns no earth,
nor leaves no mark,
My time is no man's,
not even mine to count,
Nor yours, my love....
Fantastic Laurie, simple and like the title suggests soft lyric.Nice ending.10
You have captured your butterfly in the transient breeze so well. This poem is as gentle as the flutter and I can feel a silence in the air as I try to hear a sound. Beautiful Laurie. love Karin
i know i've read this before....so either you posted it, withdrew it, and re-posted it....or I'm psychic....in any case...i'm loving it even more.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Laurie, that was beautiful with that natural rhythm that you seem so apt with. Top marks and thanks for sharing this with us my friend. All the best David