Long, long ago,
There was a tale of a blue butterfly,
That live in a silvery cage,
Up at the cold attic,
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i love your poem mind if i ask? who is HE? hihihi huhu i wanna know the end of the tale huhuhuhuhu
the ending HE knows...the blue butterfly may also know about it...but only in the ending! a good write...good imagery, Lily...10
The blue butterfly is waiting for a way out. We too were like that, waiting to be out. now our dreams have cometrue. We have found our way to outer space.
We all become traped in time waiting for a way out, like the blue butterfly
don't we, as people, also fade if we are left to wither inside a cold attic without anybody to see our beauty....great piece.
i like it that i read it twice and came with so many scenarios.[she's still there in silvery cage] thanks for sharing.md