see something in the wind, doesnt know where to start nor where to end face full of grace flutters around believing it can fly in space makes my soul feel free;surrounded with so much glee so bliss so bliss so bliss Beware Beware for there is something in the air get out of the way my pet for i scare it is a net Baby Baby fly high high in the sky Hurry Hurry dont fret dont fret While later it landed on a flower No No coming with the net; giving me much power: I am so upset i will never forget what you have done with my pet Why Why, Cry Cry Please untie, dont let it die What did it do to you; Nothing, Nothing I presume Cry Cry Cry for I fear the Butterfly
-i loved it up till this point, especially the second stanza, but then the repetition ruined the dreamlike atmoshpere for me
It's a draft. But it's also a start. The sentiment and approach here remind me of some of the poems of James Stephen(s?). He celebrated the vulnerable and made us aware of their fragility. Look him up. You'll profit!
