Drifting above gardens,
dizzying scents draw you in.
Butterfly to a flower -
a fragrance, adsorbed by the wind.
Happy birthday dear butterfly,
Take the gifts we send.
Author notes
We meaning the flowers.
You are the butterfly.
Ya know? Haha.
(CONTEST PIECE)
A contest entry
- May 27th by Lavender Butterfly.
781 points, ended May 26, 2008, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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Sincerely wonderful... x Thanks so very much... x
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gdgd
lol. i did that one...but yours was like kabillon better then mine. lol.


