Little Blue Butterfly
Little blue butterfly,
Sitting on my finger,
Silently flapping your wings.
Then moving swiftly to my nose,
Kissing it gently.
As I reach for you,
You seem to disappear,
Into a little gust of blue wind.
Little blue butterfly,
A little sigh of love,
Peace,
Happiness,
And mystery.
poem by Jameaka Shibles
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