Talking With The Butterflies - Poem by Suzana Mustra
It may seem very strange to you,
But it is something that I really do.
When my heart and soul cries,
I'm talking with the butterflies.
Because I know that it is true,
That one of those butterflies is You.
I always tell them how was my day,
Hoping they will respond in the same way.
Sometimes I tell them about my son,
About my life and things that I've done.
And I won't be sad,
Because I know it's You, Dad!
© 2016 Suzana Mustra
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