The Butterfly Journey
i dreamt, i was a butterfly or was i, a butterfly dreaming
i was flying through a place without sound
no happiness
no love
then i was enraptured away
to a place of magical feeling
and dreams come true
i was delightful to see
a place with no evil at all
the people where captivating
always smiling
saying "hello"
i was taken to see the queen
who shimmered like snow
her palace was fascinating
the garden, enchanting
i never wanted to leave this entrancing dream
but i woke up
grace freeman daydreams and dreams and dreams 07/13/2011
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