Mysteries Of The Nature
In the hot afternoon sun
They seemed eager to run
And cast a glance to each other
Remaining silent and closer...
One was bright in its yellow colour
The other soft in its light blue
One was sweet as a lover
The other... kind and true.
'Could you come nearer, please? ',
The yellow one echoed.
'I've got one wing diseased...',
The blue one complained.
'Close your eyes, see how I feel,
A loving daffodil...'
'Right. Now we both can fly! '
Thus spoke and smiled the blue butterfly.