There songs of silence,
enthral eyes with their words,
Their beauty sings,
And your eyes do shed a tear
for it is the song unique
to each flutter,
to each sight that you behold.
The butterfly does speak to you,
but only your eyes can hear
the words of the song.
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:36 AM UTC
There songs of silence,
enthral eyes with their words,
Their beauty sings,
And your eyes do shed a tear
for it is the song unique
to each flutter,
to each sight that you behold.
The butterfly does speak to you,
but only your eyes can hear
the words of the song.
