full circle

. . .from an upward battle of struggles and emotions to a journey of healing, growth, and laughter. . .

butterfly kisses

Almost in a hurry
Releasing all worry
They fly across the air
Through colors they share.

Resting on toadstools
They appear as jewels
Wearing quiet smiles
Gifts of Nature’s style.

Though cupped hands draw near
They remain: no fear
Until a breath dare sings
So flutter their wings.

Thus gone like a myth
They leave my calm with
Such delicate wishes
For butterfly kisses.

© 1996 Elle Communications

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