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poet ry Sunny Days
Butterfly bushes by Cortney Metzer
Grace my gardens
further decorated by the To her mother for her birthday, R.I.P mommy
butterflies themselves.
the golden winged Sunny days
(are they monarchs?) As I’m sitting on the roof top of this sunny day I
prefer the pink, the feel the hundred kisses of all the people I’m missing.
black befriend the The clouds look like your faces as each one goes
purple plumes that away to make a different shape one that I don’t seem
stretch from the stems. to know, but has something to do with me.
I know not why As the sunny days turn into warm dark nights I sit
they are attracted so outside, and look up at the stars thinking to myself do
or why my eyes you see me or even be with me on days I really need
they attracted too! you all.
Are the whispers in the sunny days’ wind your way of trying to guide me
Bedeck my plants, through life?
my winged friends Sunny days bring beauty such as birds singing, warm breezes, smells that
flutter through my flora! are unique to some and then comes the unknown love from you, that I find
because it’s sweet myself looking for.
their nectar seep, Sunny days are just that to most, but to someone like me and what I’ve
bright butterflies been through I long to wait for the sunny days that may lead us together just
from bushes! for that one more second, minute or even a few hours.
So please sunny days stay as long as you like
there is no rush to say goodbye again for good.
Sunny days
– Francis
poet ry Sunny Days
Butterfly bushes by Cortney Metzer
Grace my gardens
further decorated by the To her mother for her birthday, R.I.P mommy
butterflies themselves.
the golden winged Sunny days
(are they monarchs?) As I’m sitting on the roof top of this sunny day I
prefer the pink, the feel the hundred kisses of all the people I’m missing.
black befriend the The clouds look like your faces as each one goes
purple plumes that away to make a different shape one that I don’t seem
stretch from the stems. to know, but has something to do with me.
I know not why As the sunny days turn into warm dark nights I sit
they are attracted so outside, and look up at the stars thinking to myself do
or why my eyes you see me or even be with me on days I really need
they attracted too! you all.
Are the whispers in the sunny days’ wind your way of trying to guide me
Bedeck my plants, through life?
my winged friends Sunny days bring beauty such as birds singing, warm breezes, smells that
flutter through my flora! are unique to some and then comes the unknown love from you, that I find
because it’s sweet myself looking for.
their nectar seep, Sunny days are just that to most, but to someone like me and what I’ve
bright butterflies been through I long to wait for the sunny days that may lead us together just
from bushes! for that one more second, minute or even a few hours.
So please sunny days stay as long as you like
there is no rush to say goodbye again for good.
Sunny days
– Francis
