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to a dead halt
the runaway train
of my heart's worries
dear butterfly spirit.
dear butterfly spirit.
And you did it
with nothing more
than the glittering iridescence
of your velvety black wings,
and the entrancing spell
of your graceful elegance.
In the lush of my garden sanctuary there breathes a spirit whose presence is so radiant that even a life's worst worries will stop to have a moment of earthly wonder.
copyright 2012,2013 Whispering Bird
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1 comment:
thank u for bringing me closer to my own heart with ur wonderful poetry. i look forward to be be enchanted and transformed again and again. gabriele
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