Butterfly:
I see a butterfly;yellow and black,
It flies around happily while I turn my back,
I see it almost everyday flapping its wings,
Is it telling me something?
Is it telling me there's hope or love?
Or is there something above?
I saw the butterfly today.
Is it a sign of hate or END?
I wonder why I see it everyday...
Is it telling me to have faith and believe?
Still today I wonder why do I see it? But maybe is it telling me to be free..?
YOU ARE READING
The Little Stories of Life
PoetryA book about poems of life for me and what goes around for me. Poems aren't really my thing but I guess I will try give it a try and write some.
