Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

A world....
were everything is quiet, 
even every night.

No sound, 
No noise...
only the wind. 

He will bring, 
YOU...
the coloured butterflies. 

You shall hear, 
the soft wing beats of.... 
them. 
They come towards, 
..... you, 
just buzzing. 

The small creatures come, 
while flying, 
sitting, 
on your palm. 

They will tickle you, 
a small poem, 
on your hand.... 
while writing. 

And than. 

Suddenly, 
disappear, 
to another unkwown..... 
place.