Butterfly, butterfly- where do you fly?
Your garden is inside my heart,
why are you fluttering across the sky?
Come, come and rest over my breasts and then
eat, drink and sleep for a while
covering my nudity from the weariness of time.
I’ve had enough of meat and drink.
Come, come and add some butter in my life.
O’ my dear butterfly!
Copyright 2008 Bhuwan Thapaliya
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Poetry Book of Bhuwan: http://www.cyberwit.net
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Chrissy
they come and dazzle one leaving us with a thought
and a song in our hearts, then disapper till
next year
peace be with you
William