tales from the murky splurge: butterfly ball

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Thursday, April 9, 2009

butterfly ball

. spin and twinning silk will flow to the butterfly ball. they all will go drops of rain that kiss the dew mists the morning daylight blue and by tonight the forest wakes to glistening glory tinged with night the moon casts shadows over all as they dance their dreams at the butterfly ball.- Sign in to see full entry.

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Poetry is about expression of thought. Sometimes the best work is the kind of stuff that just leaps up from within our soul. I write a lot about the murky splurge...This defines a place where we are are given the freedom to bare our souls in word but understand it is between the lines where most truth resides, In a world which has an abundance of love for all to share there is a whirlwind stirring. these words come out of a storm, but reader of my blog, please see although we write about many things, we may just mean another...well that is what the villagers said..... have fun.

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