To die on the water with ur wings of paper
Just float, after flying in the clouds,
float with ur colours which blur
without search without questions
At last…for always rest
The flowers u kissed
The fragrance u have smelled
U can forget everything now
On the water u fly back and forth
This way to die with ur wings of paper
to live u should be a butterfly
always free away from the hurt
I can live without flying
cos the butterfly died in me
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How sad, this speaks to me of a loss of innocence. I remember the days before counting the cost seems to take up so much thought. Perhaps the loss of the butterly happens to us all at one point or another but if we can remember there’s still beauty to be seen we can still fly.
so romantic MJ, Every thing beautiful relate to certain lonesomeness, and i found you changed your long lasting profile pic as well, any thing new?the exams finally goten off my head now, start to enjoy few pleasant days in sunny home…have a nice rest of the week.wolf
SweetiYour Poem Does Add A Touch Of Unhappiness -And So With This Thought In Mind – I Offer You This -In The sweetness Of Life There Is A Beginning Without An End, Everlasting Tender Thoughts Encompassing, Reminiscence Of Days Gone By, Likened To Scented Petals Falling From A Rose, A Birdsong Resounding In The Gentle Breeze And Yet The Strands Of Immortality Are Unbounded. An Existence That Captures These Inner Beauties Of Life In Its Essence Never Dies My Good Friend It Simply Lives Through All Eternity With The Fine Knowledge Of An unchanging Age Of Continuation – As With A Butterfly With Wings Of Paper – As With All Things That Is Time Itself, Life Is Indeed Forever. Be Well Sweeti.Androgoth XXx
On a lighter note… they are like flying rainbows. I look forward to that time of the year when they visit us.
The butterfly life span is short but they don’t seem to mind as they go about their business, enjoying all that is and taking the time to smell the flowers as you mentioned. They don’t seem to worry about tomorrow. They come in different sizes and colors and yet I have yet to see two butterflies stop to argue, instead they choose to embrace each other… just as they embrace life. Maybe we should allow the butterfly to teach us to live as they live… savoring all the nectars of life each and everyday.
The flowers that kissed forget thethe breeze that caressed thy wings fade awaythou doth not paint a hue in the skyyet in the lil moment thou hath to flythou did fill the hearts with joya wonderfull poew
Hi Mfor me this is a symbolic poem of overcoming hurt and pain….when you cease the cause of the hurt you become free from it…four noble truth of buddhismhope that you have a great day aheadCha
To sip and taste of life like a Butterfly, who can see one and not wonder at it’s beauty and fragility. So we all are, fragile. easily hurt and broken, but we recover, we have time, the butterfly does not. It lives such a short life. but it leaves a powerful mark. Lovely, lovely poem. Sweeti. Ladypx
Nice. A life on the wings of a prayer, a life filled with the fragrance of flowers.
This poem is lovely So much so that I don’t mind became a butterfly sweeti san:-)we having a summer weather from last weeks just under 30 Celsius….but by tomorrow just below 20 degrees? lol! Big Hugs,MichikoBig Hugs
Hi MJ,Your poem is beautiful. Butterflies are so fragile but yet carry such a strong symbolism for freedom, beauty, and transformation.Hope you have a great evening. Hugs and love, Nikki
Hi MJ,I hope you’re enjoying your weekend so far. Thanks so much for your compliment! http://i169.photobucket.com/albums/u205/nh07/NH-tag422.gifBig hugs, Nikki
Here’s a little greeting from me… to you!http://i43.tinypic.com/nz1v6w.jpgHave a great weekend!
Sweeti..You Say That You Are Not Such A Good WriterYet Produce Something Here That Has Struck AChord Within All Of Your Friends.. Modesty WithA Touch Of Naivety Yet Intrinsically Perfected..Indeed A Very Nice Poem My Friend..Androgoth XXx
Try coming Nov thru Feb…so it’s not too hot 🙂 During that time, it rains in Tamilnadu. Especially during the rains, we have this fantastic event in Chennai – http://www.bing.com/search?q=chennai+music+festival+season&form=QBRE&qs=n&sk=
20 C is actually gr8..Blr often stays in the 20s..Chennai’s the one in 30s with high humidity too 🙂 Was in Blr this time n it was hot mornings, followed by pleasant afternoons n wet evenings this weekend.
Their brilliant colors and intricate patterns make them look hand painted. Any butterfly lover should schedule a trip to a butterfly exhibit. Aside from being beautiful, it is actually a relaxing experience. Most of the time they will land on you, but if they don’t you can have your hand sprayed with sugar water. They’ll rest in the palm of your hand. :o)
Hello Sweeti, hope you;ve had a great week-end, just brought this little gift round for you. hope you like it. http://i759.photobucket.com/albums/xx231/LadyPenelopeGranger/Borrowed%20Gifs%20%20from%20talented%20people/Butterfly_Dot.gifLadyPx
Hi Mj,This entry is…very beautiful!Mj, sorry I haven’t been around too much lately, there were just manythings that I needed to get sorted out so that I could just relax and … clear my mind.Mj, wishing you a beautiful day!Garry xox
Very interesting and I like it very much!Hug,T
Politics sure unites this world.. the voters versus the ruling party is the game all across the place 🙂 It was definitely less crowded in the streets, and the Chennai team won.
A Gentle Breeze and Your Soft Smile Gentle breezes take me with youWhere you blowTo the land of loveWhere the wildflowers growLet me drift on gentle wavesAcross the oceansOf waters running deepTake me to the landsWhere love is mine eternalWhere I hold your hand in mineAnd have your love to keepSoft and gentle oh sweet breezeTake me with you where you blowTo float on clouds of downy whiteTo dream the dreams of loveDrifting beneath the Heavens sky’sA Soul so free of cares and woesOh sweet gentle breezeTake me with you when you blowTo the lands of eternal love With love from Ian aka Emu
Lovely words and picture.
Thanks for your comment , Sweeti, where would we be in this life without questioning the world about us? But I do think I question toooo, tooo much sometimes!!!! Have yourself a great week-end, much fun and laughter, LadyPx
Butterfly Of Love Such A Fragile Creature From The Heavens Garden Of Eden Wings Of Gossamer Woven On The Looms Of The Angels In Colours Of Radiant Gold And Silver Sunlight Dancing On Her Wings Illuminating The Beauty Held Within A Butterfly Of Love Alights Upon My Heart And Stirs Imaginations Of A Love Of Such Purest Beauty I Feel My Butterfly Fluttering Upon My Soul And Before The Eyes Of A Dreamer A Metamorphosis Of Vision Takes Place And Evokes A Beauty Of Such Splendour Created By The Gods Of Eternal Love Hair Of Curls As A Halo Surrounding The Face Of The Most Beautiful Of Heavens Angels In My Dreams My Angel Of The Butterfly Wings Takes Me Into Her Arms And Surrounds My Soul With Her Wings Of Love I Feel The Kiss Of The Eternal Lips Of Love Upon My Heart For But A Moment In Time A Soul Lost To Eternal Wanderings Amongst The Stars And Heavens Of The Cosmos Felt The Touch Of Love When A Tiny Butterfly Fluttered Into My Heart