Monday, August 11, 2008

My Butterfly...


In the middle of the night..
I hear whispers...murmurs..
"hub dub,hub dub"...
Curiously I wonder..
Wondering without fear..
Suddenly I remember..
I am holding my butterfly..


So I opened my hands..

And there she is...
She flies..flies..flies..
As her wings float on air..
Her colors aglow..
Emotions overflow..
I smile anew..
She is my butterfly..

Don't touch her..
Let her fly..
Don't hurt her wings..
For she won't fly back to you..
Let her flow with the wind...
Let time show her the way..
For if she belongs to you..
I will let her go..

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