A beautiful Gabriella song and a poem. A butterfly wish…
White lies, black lies. Somehow we forgot who we were. Once we believed we had a eternal love that would outlast time. In the loneliness of too many quiet nights. We forgot, love made us great and now I sit by the Lake St. Clair and I told her.
I am sorry my kind lady, I am so sorry my sweet love. I have turn so damn cold and I cannot feel anything no-more. Damn life, damn wars had stolen my kindness, my warmth. I try to tell you. You were my sweetest days and I am to blame. The blackness of life had stole my happiness and my wishes.
I love the Lake St. Clair and I am surrounded by milk weed and lavender. A beautiful monarch rested on my shoulder and remembered the tales I told my grandchildren. If a butterfly touches you. You can make a wish.
I watched the butterfly fly away, dancing with the wind. I told the sun, the clouds and the moving water. Please give me the strength to be kind, to be brave again.
Coyote
I enjoyed the flow of this one
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Thank you. I like the ideal of making the butterfly wishes.
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