From butterfly woven light
I'm cutting my life on the cape,
to get rid of the rains that will come,
tears lowered again.
From love of earth
the sky is crying with dew,
that the flowers give us
a scent of words.
Let's all be, flower people,
with the heart to the blue sky
and the leg guarded by a stumbling block,
looking for infinity in colors ...
Let's be with all the people-birds,
with the watered wings of sunrise and sunset,
to hike to the Upper Countries,
through dreams, flights and welders.
One day and one night butterflies,
we run barefoot among the chimeras,
the tribute of flowers is a fortune,
dot matrix - whispers.
We often light,
from wings we make fan,
to cool the May angels,
flowers blush the heart.
Author: Lavinia Elena Niculicea
Camera :samsung s3 phone
Date:31.03.2018