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Butterfly

Listening to the piano

Chiming beautifully in my ears

Melody dancing calmly

As the tears form on my face

I can forget for the moment

All the pain

As I don’t have to think

I can just release myself

As if a butterfly from its cocoon

Tired in all its work

Exhausted but ready to take its leap of faith

As it spreads its wings

Basquing

Beautiful anticipation

As everything turns to slow motion

The colours dancing

As the wings start to clap

That beautiful angel is parting

Fly angel butterfly

Fly

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Beautiful flowers

I love the flowers

I love their beauty

The warmth of spring

As all the leaves grow

Then comes the flower buds

How glorious to watch

To wait

The anticipation is unbearable

I hate to wait

But I have to

I have no choice

When the flower is ready

It will reveal its beauty

The sun will shine

Day after day

And eventually

It will bloom

In all its magnificence

I love roses, dhalias, lillies and sunflowers

Everyday I will admire you

While you are there

Looking over me

Until your final bloom

I am always sad when you stop

When you leave me

And all of your flowers die

To the ground

I hate to see you departed

Because it means the cold is coming

The snow the hale

The wind and the rain

I hate this weather

Even if I know it is essential

The rain always depresses me

I will always stay inside

And bide my time

Until one day

That I clear the weeds

And I turn the ground

And I see all these glorious bulbs

I leave them dormant

And wonder what they were

It’s always so amazing

So pretty

Until they stick their heads back out

To say hello again

For what was once beautiful

Will always die

We will cut its limbs

And it will come back stronger

More beautiful

I can’t wait to see you

My angels

I will look after you

If you will look over me

I love my pretty flowers

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happy · Life

Little birdie

I look out the window

Sweet little bird

Your little cheep

Is all I heard

I see you in your nest

Everyday

I give you food

And watch you play

You search for twigs

And whatever you find

You bring it back

Leave nothing behind

You leave to dig

To pick up worms

To give to your babies

So they might learn

They are getting stronger

We hear them so

Fighting together

Siblings to and fro

One falls out

Of the nest

To the floor

And breaks its neck

The neighbourhood cat

Comes along

That poor birdie

That wasn’t long

The baby is big

Testing his wings

Trying to fly

A joy to hear sing

He flies up high

And toys in the sky

I always wondered

Why he does that, why?

He is a joy to watch

As he comes back down

His mother watching

Making no sound

Then he flies in a window

And makes a loud thud

That poor bird stunned

Will he have enough?

That cat is back

The mum defends her son

She attacks the cat

The battle won

The cat backs off

As the mum chirps at her boy

The cat pounces

And plays with her like a toy

The son escapes

Out of harm’s reach

He can only watch

Of course he can’t speak

He will have to learn

How to survive

Life isn’t easy

At least he is alive

Flowers · Life · love

Waiting to adorn you

I wait patiently

Waiting to adorn you

Your beauty

If only temporary

I still seek it

To quench the thirst

Of my eyes

To satisfy my need

Of inhaling your odour

To caress your

Soft velvetness

For the moment I remain

Patiently waiting

As a disciple

Why do you have this effect?

I never noticed it before

I just wish to nurture you

So you can give back

Your beauty in payment

So I can linger in your perfume

And think constantly of you

And even when you will die

I will have done my best

The coolness will come

And you will will be no more

My sadness will come back

But I will know

In myself

This goodbye

Shall not be

The last

I will wait again

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Beautiful butterfly

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The beautiful butterfly

Floating by

Flapping its wings

No care why

To patter in the flowers

Nectar sugar high

Now it has its energy

To take off and fly

The beauty of the dance

Courting in the wind

Oh it has me mesmorized

How long has it been?

Did you know its blood is cold?

It likes to warm in the sun

Basking beauty at its best

The contest it has won

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