Butterflies

Butterflies


Not knowing if I’ll get to you,
Dreaming of the day I might.
Not knowing if I’ll get to see,
Butterflies flying all around,
Sand and train tracks,
Colours and sounds,
Maybe you’ll stay a dream,
And yet I know it could happen,
That I’ll get to fly to you.
Coming if God wants me to.
You are the country I want to go to.
But for now,
You’ll be my dream.

Reviews

[Christy the Poetic Hear..]

Really nice and well.written !!! Thanks for sharing this! 👍

[Dorita]

thank you:) I appreciate it:)