when i swayed and swayed
with barley on my way
I remember the twigs and twittering birds
making love to May
amidst the sleeping herd
I remember the rawness of the man
i met and gave an invite
which now is but a fan
To all who love
to all who want
I'm but a butterfly
I'll sit there not
I'll sit here not
I'm all i want, i am.
(inspired to write... though its definitely not as good a response to one of my friend's poem - http://domeoftheduke.blogspot.com/2009/06/letter-from-my-next-lane-lass.html)
4 comments:
come on have a heart what about this poem isnt gud???
this is gud
I remember the twigs and twittering birds
making love to May
this is also gud
To all who love
to all who want
i'm but a butterfly
and so is d rest.
thanks, but you must read the other poem to which the link has been posted :).. it's archaic in it's own way!
it is once u cum 2 it. i did read. but then urs is differenet and that had something that everyone could like. a girl dancing in the rain. who doesnt love her? lol
u r gud trust me. jus keep composing. :)
:-) Awww thanks yaaaa.
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