I'm writing this butterfly song
For reasons that shine from inside
A flower can never be wrong;
I live with that charming insight.
A butterfly rests on the grass,
I wouldn't have noticed before
Its life that is so soon to pass,
Its colourful wings on the floor.
A moment of love is the same -
It would't be seen for itself;
It wouldn't be given a name,
It would be as tiny as elf...
But I was to open my eyes,
My soul and my heart for a change,
I love and I see butterflies...
I'm only romantic - and strange...
Butterfly song
© Copyright: Ирина Нерпас, 2008
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