rising to the skies
red wings amongst evergreens
butterfly unrest
a citrine sun quest
off to sweet destinations
sounds of noonday gong
shadows are waiting
the day is so still and warm
save flurries of red
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Butterflies are free birds swiming in nature's hub. Beautiful morning beginning.Red wings of butterfly flutter in townhall beautiful. A good poem on freedom and freeness. Well penned. It was refreshing in the morning.