the SINGER DUDE. by michelle.

Saturday, May 29, 2004

A butterfly came and rested on a flower,
It rested and sucked on its nectar,
Then suddenly the skies turned grey,
A rain droplet hit the butterfly,
It couldnt fly away,
But the flower closed its petals over the butterfly,
Sheilding it from the treathening sky,
And then it started to pour,
Thousands of rain drops pelted the floor,
But the flower kept the butterfly safe,
Comfort and warmth to the butterfly it gave.
Till the sun came out again,
Till the last drop of falling rain...

5:58 PM

isaac had a glimmer of hope
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