All I know is the sense of being
Growing butterfly wings
in the shimmering sky
I raised my head,
looking
At the long
autumn hair
Of the poplar tree,
Leaves trembling
in the cool wind
Until my lavender hair
wraps around
the trunk of tree,
My source of energy.
Oct 5, 2016
Oct 5, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
All I know is the sense of being
Growing butterfly wings
in the shimmering sky
I raised my head,
looking
At the long
autumn hair
Of the poplar tree,
Leaves trembling
in the cool wind
Until my lavender hair
wraps around
the trunk of tree,
My source of energy.
Thank you so much for liking my poem! I wonder, because I never thought it`s special :) at least in this respect to be happy...
