Butterflies
I feel the butterflies awaken They have
rested for awhile Nervous and excited they flutter Roused by notions so long in denial
They gently surround my
spirit Their
wings so free and young They stimulate my lonely heart With a promise of what might come
Creating thoughts as
they whisper and dance Their images clear in my mind I drink in the energy offered to me Exploring hungrily at what
I might find
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