To catch a butterfly
He vainly tries
Upon wings of Summer
Through childlike eyes
The busy flight
Of a thousand years
A deep millenia
Like chasing stars.
The swaying blooms
Within the breeze
Scented flowers
Trees of green
Whose sparkling leaves
Helicoptor wings
A certain magic
In such things.
To fall but lightly
As gentle words
Whose melody
In softness turns
To face the butterfly
On gossamer wings
Its fluid flight
In childhood springs.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
Online) - Published: April 29th, 2026 01:08
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Comments1
Good write N.
You had time to catch butterflies while waiting for that bus? lol.
COULD HAVE A COLLECTION BY NOW !!!!!!!!! lol
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