Butterfly Poem by Ali Osman Kurun

Butterfly

Rating: 4.5


A candil burns in my room,
And a butterfly on the wall.
It waits until the night die down;
The butterfly on the wall.

It is a suspicion from shadow,
How many colors I saw,
It's me, it's me I know,
That butterfly on the wall.

Saturday, January 7, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: butterfly
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mahfooz Ali 21 May 2006

Nice poem. Don't worry some people try to scare other by yelling such things(I ve copyrighted the title) . Such people are jealous of one another's work. BUTTERFLY title does not comes under Copyright Act as this word is universal and not created by so called PETER LEBUHN. K E E P I T U P.

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Peter Lebuhn 07 January 2006

Carfull I have copyrighted this title

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