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I'm still alive and I don't know why?
My heart survived falling from the butterfly sky

Caught by the hands of destiny
With visions only I can see!

My love I heard your call
Wings of a butterfly broke my fall

Love motion is in the air, a love no one can compare
Indulging a look-a-stare- that we both share

Reminiscing our love made out of stolen hope
Awe~:*! To  them butterfly kisses that felt so real

Flowing like Amazing Grace, 
A shining light upon my face.

I traveled fast and far, longing to be in your arms
I desire, the warm sensation of your charms

Your safe love will help me carry on,
With the strength and bond~the love you set upon

Nothing is better than a sensual butterfly kiss
Beyond the sensation of heaven's pure bliss

Fluttering in the clouds aiming for the moon
A dream of reality, out of my cocoon I bloom!

Valued by the art of true beauty and its rarity
True love flapping in the midst of clarity

I entwine that I am yours and you are mine
Bonded together till the end of time

With the vision, my heart is no longer blind
Two broken hearts at last combined

I glide below to touch your lip.
Our lashes touch from tip to tip.

Caressing each other as our wings expand
Two hearts- kisses collide and land

Holding your hand reaching to the rainbow sky.
Kisses:*kisses:* like the butterfly!

Dedicated to *My Babe*

Copyright © Poet Destroyer A

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Butterflies of Saturn

Here are butterflies who skip 
Dull steps of metamorphosis
No isolation in coocoons
No gorging grubs like fat balloons
 Pure genesis on snow kissed  flowers
Comes with no imperiled hours
Their slow, eternal life begun
Beneath a pink pearlescent sun
Reflecting tints from rainbows born
With pastel lights of endless dawn 
Transcend through fabled time and myth
To form the rings of Saturn's mist.

Suzanne Delaney

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney

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My Butterfly

My Butterfly

Furry little caterpillar in
your coat of black and brown

It's so very hard to tell
if you are up or down

From your lofty branch
you fall onto a leaf below

Only to decide again 
that's not the way to go

you are so steadfast 
in your flight

I have such sympathy 
for your plight

As you inch about to and fro
I wonder why I love you so

Then as the miracle
of life's performed

With golden wings 
you are transformed

Your former self left stiffly dried,
no more a furry coat inside

Now as you glide on currents high
I need not wonder ,why I sigh...

Tis you I love, my Butterfly!

Author Mary Thompson

Copyright © Mary Thompson

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Who am I?
Am I defined by what is near in sight?
Am I defined by what I have done,
Or am I defined by what I could become?

Perhaps I'm of no use.
To him, or her, or I, nor you.
Or perhaps I'm too misunderstood to be defined,
And it is something like understanding that comes in time.

And if to the world I'm never shown,
Yet in my own light I've grown and grown,
And so I can know no happiness but my own--
The reason for my smile, to you, will forever be unknown.

I do not pray for the world to know my name.
For it and verse; the letters are the same.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads,
I pray his pain my words to keep. 

Should his eyes rain on my page,
Better tears than storms of rage.
And if a man should find his sorrow in what he reads.
I pray his pain my words to keep.

And if to the world you're never shown,
Yet in your own light you've grown and grown,
And so you know no happiness but your own.
Let the reason for your smile, to you, only be known.

Copyright © Kristopher Higgs

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Scarey Poem

let's start with a line and see where it leads
People like blood so I will make mine bleed

a zombie a chainsaw perhaps some bats
For good measure I'll throw in some black cats

I'm running out of ideas I think
Something is bad, it's a terrible stink

Have you heard the one, about the sparrow
He let loose excrement, on the Pharaoh

Oh what a horror, the bird felt so bad
The Pharoah in anger, yelled out egad

Archers at the ready, shot the bird down
Pharoah bit of wings, wore them on his gown

He fed the birdie to his own black cat
The cat so happy it meowed where it sat

Mummys and bats they make me want to scream
Most of the horrors come from my own dreams

Dancing disjointed, what do I have to loss
Bones I crunched, I removed with dental floss

Let's finish with a flurry, a mad dash
A horrible fungus, a scabby rash

Worst poem Contest

Copyright © Richard Lamoureux

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Leopard to Hunter


Hello please do come right in
Did you say that you fancied my skin?

My coat of fur is not for your use 
Cats like me have suffered enough abuse

If the creator had felt you required my skin 
I'd be sitting where you are, and you'd invite ME in! 


Copyright © Elizabeth Smith

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A Morning View

A day comes with a
morning dew,
For the words, less
to cope all few,
The breezy wave and
tweeting eyes,
Of rising sun, view
the Himalaya highs,
The trancing
eclipses and
faltering trees,
Held me there,
caught me freeze,
And the prevailing
dusky downy haze,
To falling cascade
of ivory rays,
Where I hied to let
it chase,
This beautiful
bounty widespread
I look & look, with
a glance and gaze,
With winking eyes
with hot cap,
I observed their
silent nap,
And whence the sun
rise and set,
Sparrow and humming
beak to get,
Food to survive and
maintain life,
And live on sharp
edgy curvy stemy
Above the grove and
in dense forest,
Where harmonious
peace dwells in the
Where leaves
levitate and birds
And oscillate with
desire, solidarity
in love,
A bird in this
hustle bustle,
Jingle jangle and
trilling rustle,
Are not base
generations, it’s
true so,
They rise through
reincarnation, and
Up to our believe
and reckon,
They are alive and
I ask my conscience
where to hike,
Stood here and there
or by riding bike,
To feel the scent of
this rainy December,
Over my worries and
lethargy to
His never-ending
silence to end
Made one statue,
stunned one bright,
And I put my towel
to have a shower,
This congeal water
pierces me by power,
Oh ablution is
enough for adequacy,
Count on, fend off
with sufficiency,
And when I walk on
flossy meadow,
The emerald tint
fell a shadow,
Upon my eyes to
sensory nerves,
Where the earth,
laid with several
The invigoration of
spirit rises up
On rambling off and
on, this grassy
Over this belt with
buoying ways,
No alternate of this
land, O nays,
Where I felt about
flying upon,
Falling, right left,
up and down,
Then I move here and
there, up-to sun
To meet buoyantly
this sunny light,
The sun with
magnetic warm and
This morning with
candelabra wile,
Cause a man to wake
and woke,
Sing a flute while
sitting under an
How this mean, a
life less of
Won’t you thrill
this grudgingly by
A world, an
embarrassment of
And a life with
plenty of beach’s.

Shahid Hussain

Copyright © M. Shahid H. Chouhdry

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It is time to wake up and be truthful to ourselves.
We are just a dream lacking butterfly wings.

It times to strive for more.
The floor has no ceiling.

Our dynasty will form.
Our destiny is ours.

The monarch must rule.
We are the colors that soar.

We are North America.
We are the people that were discovered.

This is our time to thrive.
We have survive through atrocities.

We reside in our given places.
We are the faces of tribes.

Those that hate us are not within this world.
We are of a greater determination and of God.

The spirits of our people are our sacred grounds.
To thread across, is uncouth and unsound.

We will stand up for our rights.
We will fight for our way of life.

We are the voices of Chiefs.
We are the Tribes.

Copyright © Verlena S. Walker

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"I dreamt, I was a butterfly or was I, a butterfly dreaming . . ."

~out drifting on a wind- swept night, she hears air of  clouds speak
of rafting whispers from the light, to let a blue angel seek    * *
a pathway through the marsh shade, where satins of evening flow
past crushed green and frosted jade, a world enrapturing glow,
a world not quite in between, where neither she nor he has sailed
an old psalm , a holy scene, a place where every tear is nailed,
and far out past the veil-stained trail, there is a dream waiting for her
like an enchanting necklace on sail, a reverie drifting on sea so fair~

she smells bird song’s grace, captivating in it’s solitude   *
*another time another place, where even dreams gently intrude,
a place where silence breathes a voice,entrancing the heart of a man
another hope, another choice, another contemplative charm,      *     *
along a road a tree sways, chanting to each passing ear
the words she touches but cannot see, the words erasing the fear,
and though there’s still a strain, that somehow just won’t go away   *
fascinating thoughts affirm that faith grows stronger by the day~ ~

~they sit there talking side by side, so many tunes in their rhyme
no place for anything to hide, transparent is the hood of time,
his voice cuddling traces of before, a sacred place of long ago      *
another sanctum, another key, a space that they still have to know,
and as they hum of when and where, a voice calls softly from behind
like delightful  music of the breeze, that feels so heavenly designed,
* then suddenly the night drips gold, as the necklace floats into sea
and just before he leaves, he tells that all their dreams would come to be. ~ ~

all rights reserved

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For Constance: Daydreams, dreams and dreams Contest
From: nette onclaud
10 Jul 11

Copyright © nette onclaud

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For Spring to Come

For Spring to Come
For spring to come we can hardly wait;                           		                     In every part of it want to participate; 					       Hear birds sing as flowers start to grow                                                        Watch fine fields while they will flow.

Leaves turned green which were brown; 				          And spring showers started falling down, 				         With water that eventually by now brings                                                        Born butterflies soon with beautiful wings.

Sun will start shining more each day
Pretty soon clouds are passing away;                                                               Sky becomes Carolina blue and clear, 					         After all of gray color did disappear.

A while now, nearby, spring has been,				                While we always wanted to see it again; 				          So silently spring surely started to fade;				 Summer was here as we sat in the shade.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran

Need your comments, criticism, thoughts and ideas.
I am entering it into a poetry contest at local library.

Copyright © James Horn

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The Butterfly Jinn

One jinn butterfly flew on his wings three wishes lay.
One wish was for true beauty to grace forms caste of clay.

For though all things are beautiful, their mind doeth say neigh
And discord comes when envy vies and jealousy doest play.

And once man’s reached reality as to truth he’s reborn
The butterfly in me would wish true kindness would form.

Kindness, so that none would hurt another and fear be allayed,
kindness for each and every day, so anger and hatred are kept at bay.

The third and final wish my jinn butterfly would carry
Would be forgiveness when in weakness good men do tarry.

Each of us like the butterfly feel trapped ‘tween the glass
Praying to fly free before our glory days have passed.

**In Arabic, a genie (also jinn, jinni, djinni, from Arabic jinni) is a supernatural creature which occupies a parallel world to that of mankind

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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Home is where the butterfly goes;
Somewhere no one may ever know.

Home is where the sparrow flies;
A nest in softest shadows hides.

Home is where an old man can die
In peace.

Copyright © Cameron Hartley

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Butterfly Beginnings

The butterfly flutters by begin, begin
as in true in nature love springs.

Ageless amazing nerves sing,
bowed tension on cello string.

Eyes which will not let go, 
Father of Fire was bound, just so.

Bound was man by the gift of flame
for love brings man both joy and pain.

Butterflies flutter within the begin
ageless amazing nerves sing,

Bowed tension on cello string
a trail of kisses flowing, sting.

Dry tinder burning in Earth bound glory
love to Eye tells a comet’s trailing story.

Love begins on butterflies wings
with the bowed tension of a cello's string.

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi

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Butterfly - repost

Sweet butterfly with wings of gauze Give this tired heart a moment's pause Unburdened by the human cloak Freedom's spirit your flights invoke Dreaming times in cloudy spheres Raining droplets made of tears With not a whisper you fly away I would not bid you here to stay Beside your path goes just a bit of me For one moment my soul flies free
for the Butterfly contest

Copyright © Barbara Gorelick

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The promise of the butterfly

Your beautiful eyes sweet and bright                                                                               I think butterflies would fight just for chance to light                                                         I was there in your eyes                                                                                                 I have been a coward my turn to cry  							                  I have been foolish one more chance                                                                               To rekindle the romance                                                                                                  It will burn so bright                                                                                                  The whole world will see the light                                                                             Never to put a tear in your eyes                                                                                       Unless they are of joy the promise of the butterfly-   1997 A poem to my girlfriend in turbulent times. I was having troubles with the world and relationships. The butter fly did not keep all of his promise but there is still the light. By the grace of the Lord Jesus, that girl friend I had within two years became my wife, of fifeteen years and still counting.

Copyright © John Beam

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The Grove

I guess maybe both of us may have changed to some degree;
But try though I may I see it in you more than I see it in me.
I guess I wasn’t so nice to you as far as that boy girl thing went;
But I know there had to have been a few memorable moments spent.
Ah but that train I ride it keeps rolling down the track;
And I guess there’s just no coming back
So while I’m stopped here waiting for the right time;
It’s okay to look around but if you don’t have a ticket it’s still my dime.
So maybe next time baby girl another life another place;
Who knows what mysteries might appear before you right there in your face.

Copyright © Leonard Taormina

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A Poetry Talk-A-Along

Poems we prepare should become a song
Then try to have a Poetry Talk-A-Along
When each one reads my poem will agree
That they should read it along with me.

At same time will read it all together
And outside no matter what kind of weather
Evening if raining, stormy or skies are blue
You can take this copy home with you.

Read poems after temptation off did fight,
Maybe in morning, noon or even at night;
Most of my poems are all rather relaxing
So email to others or you may try faxing.

Some poems have been about history
Or with might use to solve a mystery
Or I have heard and even better yet
Time I fell in love when we first met.

Poetry these days is drawing much attention;
People like them and there is no dissension;
My profound poems can promote tranquility;
Why even you too may have a hidden ability.

Copyright © James Horn

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A Butterfly's Visit

My butterfly garden of splendid views Bestows trails of wings in vibrant hues Blooming flowers tempt with nectar sweet As butterflies flutter, grand colors a treat Their grace lifts my soul in the dawn's early hour While I watch them dance from flower to flower In morning glory, a monarch kisses then flies This butterfly gift, a charming surprise She gently touches my hand as I freeze Her delicate wings then wave on the breeze A moment in time, beauty given to me On wings of glory, a cherished beauty My butterfly garden of splendid views Bestows trails of wings in vibrant hues But one brilliant monarch floating on the wind Landed for a visit and became a dear friend By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 1,2012 for a Butterfly's Trail of Kisses contest (Gail Doyle) first place

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders

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Butterfly Kisses contest

Spring woke the world out of its dismal sleep,
Musical sounds of life rejoiced, no longer compelled to weep,

Cocoons cracked fervently,
While light permitted the earth to see,

The splendor of such a sweet creation,
Arising with vigor and anticipation,

Marvelous pigments danced in the warm wind,
Deep in the meadows is where their lives did begin,

Like little flags in midair waving in victory,
It was time for perfection to finally be free,

Butterfly kisses consumed the atmosphere,
Gracefully loving all that came near,

patches of wings swirling in vibrant trails,
lavender violets just casually sailed,

Souring so brightly without a care,
Delicate and delightful some extremely rare,

While landing for a moment in a garden of flowers,
They drank of sweet nectar, renewing all power,

Rejuvenated, now ready to flee,
Onward they swayed towards their destiny.

By: Sabina Nicole
written: 4-8-12

Copyright © Sabina Nicole

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The Butterfly

Now listen very closely. It's almost like an art,
And answer me truthfully. Did you ever hear a butterfly fart?

I mean it has to happen, they eat fruit and nuts all day,
And when it happens to butterflys, does it help them fly away?

Is it like a little gas engine, that makes a putt, putt, putt?,
And does it stop abruptly, when he closes his butthole shut?.

Now I know that these are'nt questions you'd hear from a sane mans lips.
Does the butterfly eat extra, when he's planning longer trips?

Now when you're out enjoying a beautiful sunny day.
When you see a butterfly flying by, you won't see it in quite the same way.

Copyright © Thomas Plue

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When they met, their pairing unlikely.
From two worlds, stories differed slightly.

Into the forest ahead they go 
He observes her, rosy cheeks aglow.

The pair ensconced in equal lushness, 
where the Redwoods grow, the moss touchless.

Streaks of fresh sunlight mismatched in strength
cast upon their shoulders from great length.

Today she is his and he is hers, 
no aches in their hearts remain uncured. 

Unspoken words dance between their lips, 
Looks exchanged, his touch on her hips.

Butterflies linger, often they do.
She smiles, eyes soften, her hope renewed.

Their start described as remarkable.
When face-to-face, their love thinkable.

Copyright © Caitlin Drayna

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My Magic Butterfly

I was so sad I was about to cry
When she appeared in the corner of my eye
Being carried gracefully by the wind
I believe she wanted to be my friend
She had rainbow wings and big brown eyes
Like silver dollars floating in the sky
There was a reason that I was so sad
I’d lost the most beautiful thing I had
It was more precious than anything
For I’d lost my diamond ring
I had my ring since I was four
But now at 5 I have my ring no more
Dad and I backtracked my steps nice and slow
Searching for my ring both high and low
When the butterfly came floating down
Landing on my ring lying on the ground
I ran and got my ring up off the ground
Right here on my finger it can be found
I thanked Mrs. Butterfly with a smile and a tear
Waving goodbye as she disappeared
Into a rainbow that crossed the sky
My magic ring finding rainbow butterfly

Written by my daughter Michaela and I

Copyright © Michael Jordan

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Madame Butterfly

Her gentle nature, soft like rain
held fragile beauty, like her name
In this fragrant blossom, he found bliss 
Eluded her with a tender kiss
And gentle strokes would touch her cheek
A promised love he wouldn't keep
With fickled breath, he took her heart
He toyed with her, he played a part,
He stole her love, then sailed away
And told her he'd be back some day
Her face looked out from ocean shore
With undying hope, a child she bore
Sun and moon would hear her song, faint sweet echo of a song
her cradled child, the days grew long
They waited in the ocean's breeze
With futile hopes that wouldn't cease
The stars were shining, love was crying
With pining ache, her heart was dying
Convinced his love had been so pure
She learned a truth,... could not endure
Another shore he had a wife
In disgrace, she took her life!

BUTTERFLY!! ...             Butterfly!!                  ... butterfly..................

Copyright © Carrie Richards

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what monster are you that hides the moon what shade of darkness you consume glimmering wings of gruesome beast in search of your celestial feast flying high in evening sky I sit and quiver as you go by shimmering jade from lunar shadow candles burning opalescent glow flickering light circling nearer whispered flight becoming clearer alight you not on my spread fingers the pounding of my heart yet lingers but see you now as what you are you're not the beast that hides the stars you rest upon my hand so gentle lustrous green like yuletide tinsel softly brushing against my skin with breathy kisses my soul you win scorned are you by royal kin the weeping darkness hides your sin with who you are unsatisfied but your lonely secret I will hide while I wait for you a tear I'll cry as you flutter by my sweet butterfly

Copyright © James Inman

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The butterfly's Lovers

A little butterfly came out of its cocoon
Looking at it, the whole world did swoon

Yet, the little butterfly was in unease
Why did the world stare at it, as if it had some disease

It sought to look at itself in a mirror, but could not
It sought to look at itself in a river water, but could not

At last, it met another butterfly, who would only look at it
And said, hey, to the world, you are a good treat

See you how you glisten, see you how you glitter
I am sure, the whole world has become your lover

The little butterfly thought its new friend was a liar
But, then, it listened to the wind and heard talking to it, the meadow flower

Do you not know, said the flower in all honesty
Do you not know, that a butterfly sees not its beauty!

Copyright © Anoucheka Gangabissoon

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Shadow Fire


A glimpse, a flicker: a shadow-movement
Almost seen, unseen barely.
Adumbrated in the dark,
Nimble came, quickly went.

What is this? and what desires?
Where from? Where gone?
A fright, a chill, a fear perhaps,
A fear of hope that long aspires.

A darkling thing – or was it light?
(So it seems to seem to be!) – 
Or was it play of black on black,
Mere flash of black upon the night?


See! Look there! A candle … careful – 
Closer – closer – oh … 'tis gone.
But search, search on, it leads us on;
A moth it is – it seeks for fire.


No flash is this, no dusky flash – 
'Tis light, a presage of the dawn:
Not dawn itsgelf, for dawn yet waits.

It trembles like a fleck of ash
Settled aground, anxious, airy,
In the corner, standing close
Against the wall ... it moves again!
It flutters soft, so soft, so wary.

Shadow of substance, delicate, fine.
What could it be? Why this fear?
Why this dread for a thing so fragile?
Why this wish to make it mine?


'Tis not a moth, no moth at all – 
Clearer now – less shadowed, hidden.
Quick! The lamp! A light unbidden!
Ah, a bird – no moth, no moth – 


It slips away on silent wings
A wing-tip farther than our reach
toward the East, toward the morn
this blackbird flies and flees and sings

Emerging from the dead of night
Impatient for the sun to rise.
It flies, we follow, called, drawn
unasked, to chase this phantom sight.

Up it soars – far and higher – 
We soar, too ... fly free, so free.
As helpless leaves before a wind
We chase this burning Shadow-Fire.

Copyright © John Mudge

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Just A Simple Wallflower

Just A Simple Wallflower

I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Can you see me hanging, now you just can call me singing not in grim?

I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Now I may be singing a happy song for I may be real slim,

I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Can you see my happy smiling eyes, they may be singing words of time,

I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb
Can you see my beautiful wings, sitting to the beauty of wall clinging mighty trim,

Now I'm telling you! I'm just a simple wallflower hanging on a long thin limb.

Written: Aug. 27, 2015
Theresa Marie

Copyright © Theresa CW

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Butterfly Wings (2006)

Amongst the trees I see beautiful things
Floating angels with delicate wings
Tender warm feeling
Feeling is believing 

Copyright © R Kumari

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Butterfly Bones are Lighter, They Say...

Flow with me gently or flutter on by
Your butterfly tears stain green your blue eyes
In rivers and inlets or far away streams
your tears follow currents in search of your dreams
The butterfly swimmers with wings blue and gold
refuse to taste nectar that's any less bold
than you are in flight dipping through night
an eclectical sight, your reflection so tight
in your very own eyes shines bright from the tears
They strengthen your ties and lengthen your years
The spread of your wings cast shadows warm blue
to all that you love, and all who love you...

Copyright © Tatyana Carney