The Butterfly Line of Hope
Written on our hands and palms
Are tiny vines we call lifelines.
Recorded there like scripture psalms;
With open minds we read the signs.
There’s a butterfly that we call Hope
She intertwines with our lifelines.
Those vines of love we envelope;
With open minds we read the signs.
She’s always there if we just look,
As she combines with our lifelines.
She’s made our lives an open book;
With open minds we read the signs.
Written on our hands and palms;
With open minds we read the signs.
Adding your comment:
with much love & light~ Desire~*~
