Butterflies.
I’d almost forgotten the simple beauty
Of losing all control.
My life is in your hands now
Even as the wind blows us
Wherever it desires.
I’m not afraid of the unknown.
I relish the idea that tomorrow
Could show us a new shoreline.
Until morning,
We will smile and float aimlessly, like
Butterflies.
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In the days of wintery bleakness, I can only daydream of spirngtimes to bloom...but it often just makes the winter feel that much colder.
Tis ad delightful little spot of sunshine you've written though.
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