shades_of_nadia
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Posted - 09/27/2008 : 13:42:53
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PAPER BUTTERFLIES
My thoughts, they float, like butterflies; so I catch them with my net, Then I squeeze, and reduce them to ink, With which I fill my pen.
I write them down, before they escape, to dominate the world, A story in each pen stroke, My heart engraved in gold.
These are my paper butterflies, so fragile, yet not weak, It's a shame they couldn't fly, From me when I speak.
Beautiful golden butterflies, sent to enlighten all, It's sad they can't live forever, It's sad they have to fall.
No matter the wisdom in the words, No matter the beauty and grace, People will forget them, In the end it's such a waste... |
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