my happy lady bug hoop on the twig,
runs your fingers on last night dew drops,
no yesterday’s problems will drag your mood down,
on the twig, yes on the twig, where you started to take off..
and fly around the sky as if its your own…
your tiny world inspires you,
and make a spring in your heart…
teach me lady bug,
to go on each day with a new thought,
and positiveness..
without thinkin and asking why "i am not a butterfly"
youre a lady bug,
simple and true,
fly me to your twig,
and show me what you got on that little stash like…
a magic powder puff?
or a mirror to look at the reality?
XOXO,
Nevins G. Manafe
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