Awful sweet, to be a little butterfly
The wind will take you where it wills
Such delicate hope balanced on two tender wings
Perched upon a flower, for so long still
And quiet are the children
Of the wind, that lie in wait
They whisper, hands outstretched
As their murmurs hint of turning fates
Grassy stems bend, dance with their song
They paint a picture with their sighs
The little butterfly is away in the tune
It glides on the fragile balance, twisting by
Through the trees, and the grass
Under hills where the storybooks hide
And your fantasies are all alive in the wind
For the wind is all that we have ever been
Awful sweet, to be a little butterfly
Awful sweet, to fly in the wind.
Author notes
Prompt 3 =]
A contest entry
- ~Auditions ~ by Nakatrea.
400 points, ended March 19, 26 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Something beautiful by Brlsbb.
700 points, ended March 10, 15 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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oh this is sweet. No pun intended i promise. Great use of the prompt. Thanks so much for this. I'm very impressed with your wonderful work of art. Judging this is going to be hell...
great job and good luck.... we shall be seeing each other soon i thinks... 
Kat
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