Posted by: Gretta on: December 31, 2008
Once there was a little girl,
Watching the prosperity
Of people selling bottled things,
On her big flat silver screen,
Wondering what they would say,
To make her sadness go away -
And she said,
Mommy when I grow up,
I wanna catch a butterfly.
Keep it in a crystal jar,
Instead of dancing in the sky.
Maybe then the world will see
That beauty comes [...]
