Tell me where do butterflies, fly
on cold and stormy nights. How do
they survive, such strong winds and
rains, with such might's. I know God
holds them precious in his sights. So
he must send angels, to shelter and
hold them tight. Keep them warm,
and bring them light. In their stillness,
and in their flight...
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Flying pf butterflies amaze mind with freedom of hope and love. God is great and God gives us light. An amazing poem is very brilliantly penned...10
Thank You! ! ! Kumarmani, For Such A Beautifully Kind Reply! ! ! ! ! There Is Such Heart And Feel In The Poetry You Write! ! ! ! ! You Bring The Read You Bring The Reader Such Joy And Light! ! ! ! ! Thank You Again Ever So Much! ! ! ! ! Ever So Many Blessings! ! ! ! ! And Smiles! ! ! ! !