My thoughts like butterflies,
flit from one to another,
reflecting on the last beautiful flowers -
of the summer that's ending.
On the beauty of a clear blue sky
and on as far back as I can remember,
my thoughts like butterflies,
have no end.
There are so many things,
that I can remember,
the good times and the bad -
but none of it makes me sad.
I'm glad that there are memories,
to be treasured
and then my thoughts like butterflies -
settle on you.
I have to smile,
you are the good that is in my life,
the love I longed for,
so my thoughts like butterflies,
will stay with you
and never fly away.
Even as the summers go by,
so many reasons have I,
to collect treasured memories,
like seashells found at the seashore.
So when one day memories will have to do,
they’ll be in my thoughts like butterflies –
always with you till the end of time.
About the Creator
Rasma Raisters
My passions are writing and creating poetry. I write for several sites online and have four themed blogs on Wordpress. Please follow me on Twitter.
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