Butterfly

Butterfly

A Poem by fay
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A daughter turning 27.

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floating
at the mercy
of every gentle breeze,
ephemeral blossom,
destination
unsure.
 
soar now
with newfound strength,
playing the breeze with grace,
lighting with intention,
once butterfly,
now bird.

© 2009 fay


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Added on October 21, 2009

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fay
fay

New Braunfels, TX



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I'm not schizophrenic, I just hear voices, and finally have the time and resources to let them speak. I write because I am; I am because I write. more..