the butterfly lives and takes each day
they know not of tomorrow
each moves their ass and sits on grass
for them there is no sorrow
Amongst the trees and earthy bees
they exercise no power
content, no rent and time well spent
dancing with a flower
they flitter and they flutter by on dainty gentle wings
care not about or think about what the next life brings
it's enough to live and breathe the air and savour every hour
How I 'd love to be like them and dance with every flower
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Weird Reads
PuisiPoems & Prose to read when your coffee is on the brew. A mixture of the light and dark in life. Strange writing from the pen of a weird mind. Caution advised before reading.
