On her slim back of the neck a tattoo is about to flee
And that's my favorite blue butterfly.
A strange woman never seen her before,
She crossed the road and walked towards the park.
That was few years ago and I never met her again.
But in my lonely heart the strange blue butterfly flies in an off season.
I crossed the road and walked towards the park.
* When the feet are planted in the dirt mind is ready to bloom.
What a mysteriously beautiful poem picture. Your lady with the blue butterfly belongs in a romance novel.10/10 for this one. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Strange how a fleeting moment can create such a lasting impression. Your blue butterfly is as unusual as it is dramatic. Your addendum adds a note of security to the poem. Like the roots of the lotus blossom that hold its stem so strongly and enable it to find the light. Beautiful verse. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥