Dear Butterfly

Poem By Parray Shahid

Come with me,
Pour me your trust;
For I cannot see,
See you dart,
In the deserted fields;
Dead everywhere,
Everywhere they start;
The flowers thou adore,
Are dead and no more;
Dead in their beds,
Thence came a musk ere;
Ere a while,
For now they pile,
With their morose heads,
Lolling in the sheds;
No hummingbird,
But decayed sound;
The verdant mound,
Turned barren ground;

So I can't behold,
You to be forsaken
Lorn in this land,
Amidst dust and the sand;
So pour me your trust,
And come with me!

Comments about Dear Butterfly

So I can't behold, You to be forsaken Lorn in this land, Amidst dust and the sand; So pour me your trust, And come with me! After writing and describing so much you end the poem in such a wonderful way... thank you dear poet. tony


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