flapping wings of yellow and red
decorated with curves of black
gently tickling the leafs and grass
each wing beat is a soft caress
she lands on blossoms here and there
then lifts back up into the air
the butterfly explores the sky
I watch her with envy as she flies by.
-Lia S. 17th of March, 2oo4
I have no clue why, but it is one of my favourite eyeshots so far. Hope you enjoy it just as much, as well as the short poem.
Thanks for taking a look.
-Lia S.
it's kinda of humorous because I always complain that there is no red eyeshadow to my friends,
did you use lipstick?