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From Butterfly Wings
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From Butterfly Wings |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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From butterfly wings time drops onto land feathered brush strokes of deep purple delight, a mixture and blend of two holding hands in the sweet, ever sweet, extension of life. Swirls yellow and green, the colours of me in the twilight to be after this dream, caught like the sun and moon up above in heaven’s own sky of eternal love. Travels the wisp of soul’s deepest wish, a ground to air missile looking for red propelled and led by the seemingly dead. How real in these days the flourish and swish of time’s tender touch from butterfly wings? Be still! Can you hear? The mocking bird sings! |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
Absolutely lovely, Helen. Oh, the color and flutter!  .......jo |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, Jo. Yes, the right mix of colours can certainly cause a flutter.  |
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