The lonely route which I took one day
Took me through the woods, far away
It lead me through I know not where
But heard a swish from somewhere
I heard their lovely voice call me
Then saw them dancing, fluttering in glee
Tuning a melody, they flew together
Around a concealed path beleaguere
I pursued them and their call
Tripping on a stone I fall
And then my sight saw what was hidden
Away from malignant sights forbidden
A deep, dark tunnel leading down
There it was a butterflies' town
I hear them call, I hark them sing
I see their tiny flirting wing...
© by Ruman Hafsa
Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
The lonely route which I took one day
Took me through the woods, far away
It lead me through I know not where
But heard a swish from somewhere
I heard their lovely voice call me
Then saw them dancing, fluttering in glee
Tuning a melody, they flew together
Around a concealed path beleaguere
I pursued them and their call
Tripping on a stone I fall
And then my sight saw what was hidden
Away from malignant sights forbidden
A deep, dark tunnel leading down
There it was a butterflies' town
I hear them call, I hark them sing
I see their tiny flirting wing...
© by Ruman Hafsa
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