Echoes
By ecologist
Happiness...a butterfly and flower... tasting of nectar --- does not remain, the flower dies...the butterfly passes - out of existence...leaving only echoes, brief flashing reverberations lingering only to haunt, play ax your soul a melancholy jazz piece...a disappearing wraith -- into the mist... this homeless soldier breathes his last... gasping ragged breath watching the last petal fall Written January 16th, 2002 © on Jan 15 2002 10:10 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Happiness...a butterfly..."