" I dreamt, I was a butterfly, or was I a butterfly dreaming..."
Awed, I reach out to her,
Diamond drops cascade down.
Somehow she cannot see
I lift her chin.
"With such wings, you can fly!"
She wipes her tears.
Downcast wings start to
Enrapturing in her
Daydreams and dreams and dreams Poetry Contest
Copyright © Beth Watkins | Year Posted 2011
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