In the morning before we reach the butterflies of the sunflower before the rain
And the roses that see the stems before they grow it almost feels like my hands are dripping sunflowers of daylight butterflies
Even though my wings are like fireflies of the night.
YOU ARE READING
And you? : My Lavender Blue
PoetryMy lavender blue How sweet of you to stay By me in my dreams As the flower of you Lifts every heart within reach of me.
And you?: The Sunflower Butterflies
In the morning before we reach the butterflies of the sunflower before the rain
And the roses that see the stems before they grow it almost feels like my hands are dripping sunflowers of daylight butterflies
Even though my wings are like fireflies of the night.