Dreaming Butterfly
Fair child of sun and moon, behold
I dreamt of having wings of gold
Enchanting sapphire over me spread
Polka dots of yellow and red
Delightful roses their flowers renew
And on me sprinkle their sweetest dew
Captivating passerby with their perfume
As I sit on them rosy blooms
Entrancing winds carry me on softest gales
To visit the green fragrant vales
The fascinating vista in my dream
Fragile and made of peach and cream
Oh this dream, this dream so kind
Silence morn, it is enrapturing my mind
08/07/2011
By Tahera Mannan
Copyright © Tahera Mannan | Year Posted 2011
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