Butterfly
Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2014 9:53 pm
- green vs. red
My soul – loving bloom that tends
To disperse and fly on wind,
Then returns to sadness’ grind.
You’ve told me my love is wrong,
Yet, I feel its wings so strong,
And I feel like wish to cry,
As my time is passing by.
Longing for your tight embrace,
Having miles along to face…
(Butterfly caught in your hands – silvergreen, June 23rd, 2006)