They are like butterflies
the dreams of life,
they fly around you
and you can run after them
without ever taking them,
they let themselves be seen
without ever fleeing,
almost be touched
without ever disappearing,
sometimes
they rest on you
and add a pearl
to the necklace of life.
13.6.'14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
kool picture.... so 3- dimensional... thanks for sharing your poem
Thank you for reading and for the comment, Anita.