Lonely Butterfly Waiting To Become A Tattoo Poem by Uriah Hamilton

Lonely Butterfly Waiting To Become A Tattoo

Rating: 5.0


The sweet incense is smoking,
A lovely aroma is wafted through the room,
I often float like a lonely butterfly
Without any place pleasant to land.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ernestine Northover 07 February 2008

Finding somewhere to land leaves a lot to the imagination Uriah. A delightful piece, and I love the title. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX

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