May 15, 2009
By Anonymous

A butterfly, so peacefull and yellow
Flying through the blue sky, so soft and mellow
The sight of one, so precious and nice
Too bad we never see it twice
A butterfly, such a great thing
They are abundent in the time of spring
Each wing so light like a feather
Their flight slows down in the bad weather
When I see those amazing creatures
I can’t help but notice their tine features
Gracefully flying in the air
Floating free without a care
Oh how I was I were a butterfly
Flying free in that soft and mellow sky

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on May. 20 2009 at 11:48 pm
Emily Canada BRONZE, New Orleans, Louisiana
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This is a good poem.


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