No Butterflies
All summer I hadn’t seen
one butterfly so I lost hope.
Not once did I see something
beautiful fly drunkenly
across the blue sky and
my brown eyes. Now how
can I believe that I have
the ability to fly away freely?
one butterfly so I lost hope.
Not once did I see something
beautiful fly drunkenly
across the blue sky and
my brown eyes. Now how
can I believe that I have
the ability to fly away freely?
♠ ♠ ♠
I actually did see somebutterflies after I wrote this
poem. Ironic.