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A poem is never finished, only abandoned.  ~Paul Val�ry
Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.  ~Carl Sandburg
Poetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that burn.  ~Thomas Gray
Poetry is not always words.  ~Audrey Foris
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.  ~Edgar Allan Poe

 

Butterfly
2004-05-12 - 1:16 p.m.
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I wish I were a butterfly

To flit so cheerfully

From flower to blooming meadow

Where roses grow blue and yellow

How happy I could be

To be so carefree

To have no worries or troubles

To sip at nectar�s bubbles�..

The joy I could derive

From such a simple life

To float upon the breeze

To flit amongst the trees..

I wish I were a butterfly

So pure and colorful as this

I would rest upon your petals

And sip the sugar from thine lips..

�Ravenmistdawn

raw || truth
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Past Memories:

2006-01-13 - Fear In My Skin
2006-01-10 - The Moon - Our Silent Audience
2005-12-14 - Promise
2005-12-11 - Pure Bliss
2005-08-31 - In This Grave