Butterfly 19 Sunday Jan 2014 Posted by Esther H. in Sarah שָׂרָה ≈ 12 Comments TagsSarit, Tanka I teach her to fly, The caterpillar will be A nice butterfly. Her dreams will be her wings, she’ll Fly higher than her mother. TwitterSkypeFacebookPinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
VERY NICE ESTHER…..SINCERELY ANDREA:))
Wonderful, I adore butterflies.
Leggere come l’aria, colorate come il sole.
delightful poem. i feel to relate the butterfly’s stages of life to our own life-phases…growing pains, times of ravenous hunger, times of vulnerability, moments of natural wonder – expansion.
mud fur and feathers said:
Lucky girl to have a mother who was wise enough to teach her to fly and then allow her the freedom to do so.
The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap said:
That’s lovely. All of it.
Learns from flowers and from leaves ;
Care for the garden !
Charron's Chatter said:
like lace…a delicate poem…
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