Butterfly Dreams

Posted: 12th July 2006 by Adam Presley in Poetry
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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 high for her hand Perched upon that pedestal Precariously sketched on pages in my mind Take me now to distant land

So the butterfly dreams To fly so far away Will it find home here Among the bitter things?

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