little butterfly
There's a butterfly outside,
she's flying from flower to flower.
It starts raining.
She's hiding herself in a connor,
like nothing can touch her,
everthing moves right past her.
Then the sun comes up.
She looks up,
and flies away.
she's flying from flower to flower.
It starts raining.
She's hiding herself in a connor,
like nothing can touch her,
everthing moves right past her.
Then the sun comes up.
She looks up,
and flies away.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| * just me *: | Vrijdag, december 02, 2005 18:29 |
| heel mooi geschreven -XxXx- * just me * |
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| roosje: | Vrijdag, december 02, 2005 17:14 |
| wOOowEgt mooi kuZ |
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| Reiger: | Vrijdag, december 02, 2005 13:03 |
| Erg mooi.... | |
| Augustijntje: | Vrijdag, december 02, 2005 11:55 |
| zie het helemaal voor me mooi geschreven! x! |
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| Auteur: sombody15 | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: maneschijn | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 02 december 2005 | ||
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