Thursday, October 21, 2004

Butterfly.

Liberated from love’s illusion;
A butterfly flies away,
Letting its wings set it free -
Liberation comes everyday
With meadows and flowing streams.

Not knowing when her journey will end,
She strives to believe.
Vowing to repent,
Keeping a distance from love’s pith.

Now, a weeping butterfly;
Flooding pastures and gardens…
But no one was able to hear her cries.
Once again, she was left broken.

Love,
Brenda.
10/21/2004 02:24:00 PM