distracted (reposted old work)
By sneaker
mallow butterflies on cucumber breeze float, wings wide to the cool air casually dodging moonlight shafts food for the soul, fresh biscuits, inhale i lick the warm sun from my face remembering your touchThis is not a poem about butterflies. Written March 18th, 2001 © on Nov 18 2001 06:18 AM PST 0 • 8
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"mallow butterflies on cucumber breeze float, wings wide to the cool air casually dodging moonlight shafts food for the soul, fresh biscuits, inhale i lick the warm sun from my face remembering your touchThis is not a poem about butterflies...."