In a Perfect World
I am a blue butterfly,
These woods I wish to occupy;
Sun warms wings- then there is flight,
Started life in these woods at night.
My perfect life is fluttering,
I make no sound or uttering;
I dream of living here a sprite,
Started life in these woods at night.
I feed on the nectar of flowers,
Swirl and dance in rain showers;
And I rest in the dappled light,
Started life in these woods at night.
I am a symbol of the soul,
Oh, a longer life is my goal;
Perfect- would be forever flight,
Started life in these woods at night.
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February 15, 2016
Poetry/Rhyme/In a Perfect World
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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