Midnight butterfly,
it is your time to fly.
Far away, not looking back,
its your time to think fast.
Darkness comes, daylight goes,
the night is full of your midnight foes.
Learning, weeping,
so much changing.
You blue skin is luminess,
it shines in the darkness.
You are a saphire,
floating away with the wind.
You make the dark, peacful,
watching you flit against the midnight breeze.
Such wonderful talent for one so young. Your poems are joy to read. Keep it up Michelle and I'll keep reading. Pam
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love your work, you have got such a good imagination and thanks for sharing your work with us and keep it coming, I look forward to seeing more of your poems x