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the butterflies
are drifting –
as are stolen winter wings
were fated by a snowflake
left to die
northern
their progression
higher mountains
richer wines
tho journeyed now
to blossoms not quite bloomed
will doom the flame
from flaring –
the moth to circling
round about
in seasons
without home
who shall say
of these to loss
we might have saved them when
before we gave of lives
we didn’t know
gathered
as a blue bouquet
in treetops of the clouds
swimming out
beyond the evening fog
folded
to a hurried prayer
spoke before the sun
left to grieve
our souls –
another dawn
. . .
we grieve when change leaves what we love behind
we crave a new day with all the changes that await us…
as moths are drawn to flame, we are drawn to light that can
also burn,as well as light the way…
still we go….for the wine may be sweeter and the grass may be greener,
we won’t know till we change with the flame
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me
O, my dear Maryrose, thank you. For a moment, as I was reading your comment, I thought, ‘no……..she doesn’t understand…..this is about global warming’! And then I stopped, and my heart filled with gratitude, for you found something more in my words. I am grateful for life (for love), where there is more than one meaning, more than one way of understanding. When one heart speaks, another will always listen. Thank you for speaking and for listening, Maryrose. My love to you always, Bobbie
I have always not read words not as others..I was told once I see differently
sorry….I thought it was about something else but this is more of what I saw…felt
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Oh, no, Maryrose………..you see perfectly!! And you feel from the places where light becomes love. ~ Love you, Bobbie
So very beautiful your words! They lift as with butterfly wings…so very lovely!
…..o, Wendell, thank you…….