Blue gold butterfly

Blue gold butterfly

A Poem by outspoken1234
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This butterfly is a symbol of ones hopes and dreams and a interest in the unknown.

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Blue and gold winged butterfly
Flying high in the sky 
What things you see
That we can not see
By the naked eye
You roam free in the land and sky
Flying on by and by
Traveling great distances 
High up in the sky
Blue and gold winged butterfly
How high up do you go in the sky?
How are the drafts that hold your wings
Do you see all the little things?
Is it summer or is it fall up there?
High up in the sky
Is it a different land up in the sky?
Something we alone can't quite reach?
Blue and gold winged butterfly
Flying high up in the baby blue sky
Tell us of your travels and the end of time
Till you must fly in the sky
You precious blue and gold winged butterfly 

© 2016 outspoken1234


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I love butterflies & what they represent (going within into a cocoon, then bursting forth with a new rebirth). Altho your message doesn't touch on this magical & inspirational aspect of butterflies, I still get the hopeful uplifting nature thru your nicely-crafted pondering. I love the idea of talking to a mostly unapproachable being from nature. In fact, I love it so much, now I'm inspired to write a poem that includes a conversation with some wildness of nature.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I love butterflies & what they represent (going within into a cocoon, then bursting forth with a new rebirth). Altho your message doesn't touch on this magical & inspirational aspect of butterflies, I still get the hopeful uplifting nature thru your nicely-crafted pondering. I love the idea of talking to a mostly unapproachable being from nature. In fact, I love it so much, now I'm inspired to write a poem that includes a conversation with some wildness of nature.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Butterfly- a good theme to write on, friend. Our hopes and dreams fly like a butterfly too. A butterfly sores through the air, scrutinizes flowers and gives us a pleasant sight to look at. I like the repetition of blue and gold butterfly and of the word sky. Rhyming is pretty good too. Keep writing.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I am 19 currently and love to write poetry it helps me think and clear my head and understand my emotions. I want my poetry to help others who might understand or are going through some of the things .. more..

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