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My butterfly
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My butterfly |
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walker Member Elite
since 2001-02-11
Posts 2240Florida |
It flew away, from my bare hands. It's boldness, made me want to have it. It's innocence, made me stopped it. Just to touch her, was enough for me to dream about her. Now, no one can tell me where she is. She flew away and left this place forever. A quarter of a century must pass, for the writer to understand what and why he writes. |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
'Its boldness made me want it'. Where ya been all day? Still reading, still enjoying, still confused. What is it with the butterflies in here, anyway? I hope yours comes back. |
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Aimster Member Elite
since 2000-02-19
Posts 4297Charlotte, NC |
really beautiful write... this was quite sad but also very touching! i too hope your butterfly returns and if she can't then i wish you time to heal and recover...keep writing, it helps! take care amy  "A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart & can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words." |
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desperado Member
since 1999-05-24
Posts 312FT Hood,Tx |
this piece had a few lines in it that were good, yet in my opinion, the imagery was a little stale. could have been more description, but that's only if you are trying to be specific about what kind of butterfly you are chasing. other than that, it was pretty good. careful about the rhythm. |
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