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Best Poems About / On BUTTERFLY
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The Beautiful Dream Butterfly
Past the silvery resplendent moon
Through the silken curtain
Tumbled gently the blissful breeze
Like the falling tendril of hair across the lovers face
And with her alights the beautiful dream butterfly
With delightful wings of gossamer
She flutters and flies
Dances and glides
Casting her divine silhouette
Across his mysterious face
As he sits with his head in his books
He glances up into the air
He puts out his hand gently softly like the whisper
Of the secret love
But she swoops away
He watches mesmerised
Absorbing like a candle the beautiful dream butterfly
As her presence illuminates his darkness with an aurora of stars
He sighs as he closes his eyes and when he opens them
She is gone
The beautiful dream butterfly
Lilac Wine
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early days ***** PRETTY BUTTERFLY
my childhood poem
there is a pretty butterfly
merrily waits the sun to shine
with purple wings she uses to fly
over the wind, a passer-by
this pretty butterfly
flying low and high
beneath cloudless blue sky
above flowers show un-shy
when i cry, mine eyes would dry
as I stare the pretty butterfly
If I have wings i use to fly
she never leave me and says goodbye
ROMMEL MARK DOMINGUEZ MARCHAN
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The Butterfly
The Butterfly
mesmerizes the masses
with poisonous wings
and unmatched grace
It leads us to beleive more than it is
a humble starting unaknowledged
and if Vanity was so vain is the butterfly
but the butterfly is
shortlived and forgotten
Vice Haunt
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Butterfly
Nobody knows this little butterfly,
who wanders and roams
who seeks for the senses of love,
Nobody knows her, so tender so pure,
little butterfly, her colors are baby pastels
like new souls and holy spirits of bliss.
Every petal touched by her caterpillars
become an essences to the touch, her
ultraviolet sight that only she can posses,
The wonder of her unique little body and
sense, nobody knows her, nobody
sees the beauty in her.
Only the blissful only the lovers
of love, nobody knows her,
nobody sees her, because those who see
are blind to her colors and soul,
I am a butterfly
Elena Toledo
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