Tuesday, 17 April 2012

The butterfly’s song

The leaves sang a butterflies song

The wind steals it and sang it to the moon

The shooting star escort it down to the waves

The waves waved the butterflies song 

Back to the ears of the downhearted butterfly 

Who had lost her butterfly song.


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