Dreaming
By UTTubby
Further the field of butterflies where I lay, I drift into paradise-a blue topaz sea while my wild weeds sway-dancing softly to a melody. Bluebirds are chirping unlike impatient sea gulls perched upon wooden posts awaiting their morning feast. But, I gaze into a sunset in the bay, soothed by those rippled white caps. She appears swaying as I'm consumed by her sighs-her raindrops caress me like that ocean breeze mingles with my butterflies. Written October 11th, 2001 © on Oct 11 2001 12:35 PM PST 0 • 8
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"Further the field of butterflies where I lay, ..."