THE SONG OF THE BUTTERFLY
destroy the world, with
the yellow of daffodils,
the velvety red roses,
give a little 'golden rain to wet
this land of love ...
nature fights every day,
because passion does not come loose,
' s artificial colors
continues to exist between me and life ...
would give the force of lilies, irises
Noble and their color
to relieve any pain
to return again ...
the song of the butterflies, their
silent dance,
the caress of the evening, the white lilies
as a frame to my despair ...
would fly on the scarlet poppies,
the magenta rhododendron,
desire to bury the hatchet and immortalized
fern leaf in the light of a new day ...
makes little of the pathos
but I'd be joining a stealthy
that song with the heart
ever hatched.
Daniel Bertoni 2008/09
destroy the world, with
the yellow of daffodils,
the velvety red roses,
give a little 'golden rain to wet
this land of love ...
nature fights every day,
because passion does not come loose,
' s artificial colors
continues to exist between me and life ...
would give the force of lilies, irises
Noble and their color
to relieve any pain
to return again ...
the song of the butterflies, their
silent dance,
the caress of the evening, the white lilies
as a frame to my despair ...
would fly on the scarlet poppies,
the magenta rhododendron,
desire to bury the hatchet and immortalized
fern leaf in the light of a new day ...
makes little of the pathos
but I'd be joining a stealthy
that song with the heart
ever hatched.
Daniel Bertoni 2008/09
