'Butterfly Woman'
I am the butterfly woman, raised from her cocoon,
Wings eager to fly high in the bluest of skies,
Sun caressing fragile wings as they slowly release,
Tender as a lovers touch, awakening pleasures new,
No convention will hold,
Freedom calls,
Beauty within erupting into physical form,
Unfastened from the chains within,
Soaring high in celestial joy,
I am the Butterfly woman, raised from her cocoon,
Hope reborn, life renewed.
© Butterfly Woman 2009
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