i could be butterfly
passing you by
on your lonely stroll
in calmness of fall
i would be circling
over your head
watching your ribbon
so pretty, lovely laid
there’s rose garden nearby
i’ll pick loveliest one
sip nectar; rub my wings
then fly to your hand
whispers i wanted to hear
hidden in your lips, so near
let me listen to your voice
so sweet, melody of yours
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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