Butterfly
Moins d'une minute de lecture
Sitting on the wall before my sweet home
Feet dangling in the air, deeply I breathe,
I breathe deeply, humming a soft tone
No sound no more but the buzzing bees.
Wandering, the little queens fly over
The large fields planted of little flowers
White and yellow stars, shining like the tear
That Persephona shed, taken under.
But suddenly, my eyes get caught and stop
Attracted by a little boy, flying
That goes left and right and bottom and top
From plant to plant, he never stops moving.
This blue butterfly enchants me. Magic.
He really catches my heart instantly.
I almost stop breathing. Here he comes. Tic.
Tac. He landed on my finger. Really.
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