Words like butterflies
Dance and flitter through my mind
Expressions of thoughts
Some free
Some constrained
Not limited by space and time
Sometimes opening doors to new horizons
Gifts from the Divine
Treasures, tantalizations, invitations
Some tied to feelings, some not
But no matter what
There will always be more
Because that is the nature
Of what we call life
Monday, April 4, 2011
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Beautiful, I'm glad to be the first to know this fantastic poem!
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