Butterflies
By Tegs
Lightly resting, on my fingertip.Beauty, Freedom, and Love, all there as one.A positive consequence of change,something so right, in a very wrong world.The eptimome of all innocence,a gift of the clouds, to give light to life.Our herald of peace to all the world.Wings now for our hopes, a cure for despair.A giggle transcending hidden pain,our spirits lift and gather as one.A mutual love, of all the world.No matter what race, they're part of us all. Written October 5th, 2001 © on Oct 05 2001 12:15 PM PST 0 • 9
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"Lightly resting, on my fingertip.Beauty, Freedom, and Love, all there as one.A positive consequence of change,something so right, in a very wrong world.The eptimome of all innocence,a gift of the clouds, to give light to life.Our herald of peace to all the world.Wings now for our hopes, a cure for despair.A giggle transcending hidden pain,our spirits lift and gather as one.A mutual love, of all the world.No matter what race, they're part of us all...."