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Poetry and Writings

BUTTERFLY


BUTTERFLY S.JENSEN © 2002 I KNOW IT IS KIND OF LATE BUT TO CALL OUT TO YOU OVER THE LINES TO SAY WHAT I MUST IT IS KIND OF STRANGE I RUN OUT OF WORDS TO SAY IT RIGHT OPEN THOSE WINGS OF YOURS LET THE AIR CARRY YOU ON SOAR WITH ALL YOUR COLORS IN THE DAYS THAT COME TO PASS THE CHARACTER IS STRONGER THE HEART HAS WEATHERED THE SANDS OF TIME TO SET YOU FREE IS THE ONLY RIGHT THING TO DO THE ONLY WAY TO BE IF IT IS DESTINED THEN WITH YOUR LOVE YOU WILL RETURN AND WE WILL BE TOGETHER FOR ETERNITY… OPEN THOSE WINGS OF YOURS LET THE AIR CARRY YOU ON SOAR WITH ALL YOUR COLORS YOU HAVE THE GRASP OF GREATNESS AT YOUR FINGERTIPS SO TAKE THE CHANCE YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN LOVE WILL REMAIN INSIDE OF ME AS IT ALWAYS DOES I TOLD YOU THAT ONE DAY I WOULD JUST WALK AWAY IN THE SILENCE AND YOU WOULD SHINE LOVE OPEN THOSE WINGS OF YOURS LET THE AIR CARRY YOU ON SOAR WITH ALL YOUR COLORS AS THE BUTTERFLY DOES


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