They float into this world
Like a fallen angel;
A fairy,
A loved one,
A memory, perhaps.
They are unique in shape,
In size,
In pattern,
Yet we always know
That they will bring joy to this world.
White in colour,
They flutter through the air
And we will remember
The love that they spread.
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
They float into this world
Like a fallen angel;
A fairy,
A loved one,
A memory, perhaps.
They are unique in shape,
In size,
In pattern,
Yet we always know
That they will bring joy to this world.
White in colour,
They flutter through the air
And we will remember
The love that they spread.
