Butterflies

Rating: 5.0

BUTTERFLIES
Butterflies,
Hover,
Amidst the flowers and in the garden,
To take the honey,
Our minds become butterflies,
To take us to daffodils,
And present us a bliss,
When on our couch we lie,
We dances with butterflies,
Not in the garden,
But amidst flowers of plastic,
Without fragrance

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Aiswarya. T.anish 28 December 2008

Beautiful poem. I love it.10+++++++

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Bob Blackwell 18 October 2008

A good description of how some prefer to look at film, and plastic models instead of life itself.

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Life longing to live and be stilled once the sweet nectar of honey has been tasted -the bliss of satisfaction.Beautiful poem.I gave you ten.

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