Butterflies are white and blue
In this field we wander through.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Death comes in a day or two.
All the things we ever knew
Will be ashes in that hour,
Mark the transient butterfly,
How he hangs upon the flower.
Suffer me to take your hand.
Suffer me to cherish you
Till the dawn is in the sky.
Whether I be false or true,
Death comes in a day or two.
Lovely ❤
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Thanks Semra ❤
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Great composition for the photo. I don’t recall ever reading Millay but I would think I would have read at least on or two of her poems before. This one reminds me of Robert Frost’s work. It has very simple structure and words but is surprisingly powerful.
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Thank you David.
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Beautiful image and thank you for lovely poem 🙂
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Thank you for your lovely comment. 🙂
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Beautiful image! It’s almost like it’s wearing a ruffled skirt. 😉
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Thanks Laura, I hadn’t thought of ruffled skirt. 🙂
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You’re welcome! I’m waiting for one in blue jeans next. 😉
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Perfectly matched! Great angle of the butterfly.
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Thank you very much.
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sublime!
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Thanks Cindy.
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Perfection is made whenever you post your gorgeous picture and beautiful poem 🙂 Reading this post in the morning simply made my day ❤ Thank you Maverick!
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You’re too kind ❤ Thank you Khloe. 🙂
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Aww😍
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Buona Giornata a Te!
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Buona Giornata a Te Simona! 🙂
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Lovely image, the contrasting colors are awesome!
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Thanks Tiny.
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wonderful!
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Thanks 🙂
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