BUTTERFLY KING
A butterfly
Flutted
From
Flower to
Flower.
I admired
Its Beauty...
In the Garden
Of so
Many pretty
Ones,
This butterfly
Was
The prettiest!
I whispered
Quiet
Praise
Upon it...
Somehow
It heard
Me.
Across the
Garden
It flitted
To where
I sat...
Poised
On my
Finger!
O pretty
Butterfly
I greeted
It.
How delighted
To see
You
Am I!
Oh, it is
My honor
It spoke
In a
Soft tone
For you
Are
The queen
Of
All blooms.
I, a queen?
Laughing
I asked...
Not possible
I affirmed.
The most
Beautiful
Queen
Indeed,is
What you
Are
The Little
Pretty said
I reaffirm!
Laughing
Quietly
I blew
It a kiss
And lo!
It turned
Into
The King
Of my
Dreams!
FREDERIKA MENEZES
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