Who are you that hold me up
When I am weak?
I think that you are a tree
And I am the wind
That blows through your branches
Tingling when touched...
Your leaves soften the breeze
That knows no relief
From the ceaseless momentum
Of life that began
Like a wafting butterfly
Sailing in the sky!
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You wrote that so well that I became the butterfly... Well done...
Really it's a great poem/ graceful write... It brings me a wonderful picture in mind. Top marks! ! ! ! ! ! ,10+++
How intriguing this is. I wrote one: We watch the lazy butterfly - Yet how different it turned out to be. Read mine - Sunlight's World - Adeline
Bursting with beauty like a buterfly! Well done my friend! 10/10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very beautiful the wording behind the butterfly was brilliant keep it up man love to see more your friend Kharon march