Butterflies
I wish that words were butterflies
Then all my thoughts would fill the skies
Each day to catch you by surprise
As all my love delights your eyes
Nevermore to say good-bye
For where you are there they would fly
Butterflies
I wish that words were butterflies
Then all my thoughts would fill the skies
Each day to catch you by surprise
As all my love delights your eyes
Nevermore to say good-bye
For where you are there they would fly
wheelsal commented on Butterflies
06-18-2009
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Choices | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
WONDER | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
LOST IN DREAMS | 0 | 06/21/2009 |
Intangible Responses | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
Silly Simon | 1 | 06/18/2009 |
Bermuda Grass | 2 | 06/16/2009 |
evermore | 0 | 06/17/2009 |
Butterflies | 1 | 06/16/2009 |
leaves and grass | 0 | 06/04/2009 |
ground frogs | 0 | 06/19/2009 |
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