The Butterfly Dance

I made this while listening The Butterfly Dance by Fox Amoore*click click*

Poem by :
There is no polished dance floor,
no pianist with golden fingers.
Only the soft spring breeze
along pastel fields and trees.

The still water reflects
the field perfectly,
as the two lovers dance
around each other lightly.

There are no shoes for the
dancers on this vast dance floor,
only the fields of flowers,
vast and open to the new lovers.

Its the butterfly dance,
going fast and then slow,
swaying with the breeze,
going over and under, to and fro.




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If you don't like it, then you don't. Too bad for you but I feel very happy with this piece since it's been ages ago since I last really had much inspiration and for some reason his song gave me inspiration again.
If you don't approve of the text in the middle, too bad for you. I think it looks nice.