Blue
My Butterfly weaves
Beautiful dreams
Plants little homes in her garden strictly
for Fairies
And blueberries
Blows love bubbles with every step
The world would flood
If she ever wept
"Stay gold" with innocent intent
"Love your soul" is all she ever meant
I am loved deeply, beyond extent
and for that I thank you the same
Blue was her name..
The most beautiful angel you've sent
Copyright © Llayn Mays | Year Posted 2016
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