The Butterfly

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    The Butterfly

     I once met a butterfly gliding on the wings of an angel
    with colors of stardust and black sand on her wings,
    I asked here where she was going,
    yet she never said a word, only to gracefully settle on a cherry tree blossom nearby,
    Majestically she stayed there and peered into my eyes,
    Why I ask does the butterfly so elegantly without a care?
    I was surprised to here her say that I am but a angel who is guarding you today.
    As the tears filled my eyes and the stinging of the pain from my heart filled my face with my life's blood,
    The butterfly last words to me was that,
    Your mother sends her love.

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    SmileyAngel138 commented on The Butterfly

    06-20-2009

    another beautiful poem, it was sweet and elegant...another great poem :)
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    babydean commented on The Butterfly

    06-19-2009

    wow I read tears first and then this one, very touching all your poems are but you really got me choked up on this one
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    Richisfun commented on The Butterfly

    06-07-2009

    Your so good ! yr mother sends her love , butterflies are angels, Only 20 andyou are a real writer.
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    danbi commented on The Butterfly

    06-02-2009

    I think this poem is very sweet. You have a couple grammar/spelling errors, but the piece is cute. I adore your description of her wings.
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    DirtyLilSecret commented on The Butterfly

    06-01-2009

    This is a good poem, Your flow is such that you can lead someone into the poem and it makes me smile.. The words that you use are beautiful and the fact that the end of this poem can make you think that butterflys are carrying words from angels in heaven is beautiful! Good job!! DirtyLilSecret!
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    Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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