Little blue butterfly,
Sitting on my finger,
Silently flapping your wings.
Then moving swiftly to my nose,
Kissing it gently.
As I reach for you,
You seem to disappear,
Into a little gust of blue wind.
Little blue butterfly,
A little sigh of love,
Peace,
Happiness,
And mystery.
you asked me to work on your poem but your poem is good so keep it as it is....... butterfly that is blue from whence come no one has clue woo........woo.........woo........
I'll refer to dis butterfly as love. Ur poems r simple not complicated, poems r meant to be simple and digestive like urs.
I'll refer to dis butterfly as love. Ur poems r simple not complicated, poems r meant to be simple and digestive like urs.
I'll refer to dis butterfly as love. Ur poems r simple not complicated, poems r meant to be simple and digestive like urs.
The butterfly of love is a wonderful thing. May it forever fly in high in the sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A delightful little poem with beauty created by a flower. Greenwolfe 1962