butterfly

fly little butterfly, fly to me
said child in the merry garden
fly to me sit on my hand
see my eyes aren't they divine?
see my tiny little hands for do they
remind you of the
the pure nature
that shows its face in the mirror of dew
that talks in the words of incense

tell me little cuty whats in my closed fists
so many gifts for you my dear,in the right is love
in my left flowers for you
be with me fo rmore time
for when i will be older
life shall fill thorns in my hand
weep not ye oh little buddy
life is like that







Poetry by MIRZA AHMER BEG The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2006-12-03 at 07:46

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