Final..."Butterfly"

[iwtwutyfem]

I’ve gone through life a fluttering butterfly,
from flower to flower looking for a familiar scent.
Content as a baby in a mothers arms,
till the perfect one I found, on a lonely green meadow,
under that big old Oak tree.
You had enough sun to keep you happy,
blooming on cue to seasons past.
Happily happy, taking refuge under the shadows,
of that big old

Comments

[jp5040]

very much poetry.

Wordsworth in style.

Some frustration I read in there. I hope everything is ok.

Love J

[iwtwutyfem]

Thanks JP