Butterfly Dreams
July 12, 2006
Flowers open bright and bold Dreams and visions flicker, fade Kiss me now venom sweet And call me bitter, sour, old
Alone with the wind Thoughts to scatter across the city A million faces concealed from view How far can a tree bend?
Like coffee without cream Black like darkness without hope for light A glimmer of peace from ages past A dream of a dream
Reaching [...]
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