Wings on the wind
May broken butterfly wings flyacross the air an sky
as the brush across my cheek
when you walk by.
Wings on the wind
May broken butterfly wings flyPoetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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You walked away | 0 | 10/26/2010 |
my day | 0 | 10/26/2010 |
My library | 0 | 01/08/2010 |
Shadow's kiss | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
your words | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
Wings on the wind | 0 | 10/08/2009 |
My World | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
Briliant Soul | 0 | 09/30/2009 |
Trapped from Freedom | 0 | 09/26/2009 |
She of Misery | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
My Age an Ode to the Troubled World | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
Acid Tears | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
Icey Endings | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
now or never | 0 | 09/24/2009 |
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