Do
Butterflies
sigh as they die,
emitting their sweet
swan song, does the
air resonate with echoes
when life is finally gone?
From smallest to largest, all
had chances to burn bright.
Now they take to the heavens
sighing, flying,
as moths into the light
LadyP© 2011.
Fantastic, otherworldy post!
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Pleased you enjoyed it Hook, many thanks… xx
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Love this poem and the Blue Butterfly holds a special place in my heart as do all. They are and endangered species in the US. Such a lovely and appreciated creature.
Rx
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I so, so agree, Raven, without these beautiful creatures the World will be a much darker place. … I do hope they continue to flourish somewhere without the threat of extinction. xx
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PS. love the graphics too!! 😀
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thanks Raven, pleased you do, Took ages to find the right one, but worth it I think. 😀 xx
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just awesome!
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btw im loving the graphic content of ur blog!
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Thanks Habiba, glad you enjoyed the poem, and I love to try and match gifs which match the subject matter…. xx
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A Beautiful poem Pen, it would be nice just to see one..lol
I hope your week is a good one,
Summer
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My thanks Summer, glad you enjoyed the poem, and yes, ‘twould be a treat to see one in all it’s glory. Have a wonderful week too my friend. xx
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