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Blue Skies And Butterflies

If I lived high on top of a mountain so magnificent,
I would choose to be a wildflower, maybe blue,
a pretty one of a most lovely, lovely scent,
or maybe even a dazzling one of gold, so pretty,
living high on a mountain, near an aquamarine sea,
my favorite days would be with skies of blue,
when butterfly friends come visiting me

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Robert Frost

Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening

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a beautiful poem..and the title is so attractive, as if it's a real butterfly underneath the blue sky.. thank you
A flower is inviting, Blue color is exciting, Aroma appetizing, Old days memorizing, Here comes a butterfly, It can still fly, But the butterfly knows, The kicks and throws, It can't forget it's first promotion, So with love and devotion, He is here Oh! Flower, For a friendly shower, Your come back I enjoy, See the dance of the toy, All I need is a smile, I am still the same juvenile. A beautiful poem, thanks for sharing..........wish I could give 100 out of ten!