Category : Poems

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It's a cool windy day here in the middle of nowhere, the wind is twisting my hair into a flurry of tangles and I smell freshly mowed lawns reminding me that spring is here and everyone is tired of looking at their unfriendly walls.  It's time to revel in the sanctuary of the sun and touch the red and white azaleas that beckon me nearer and wish that I were a perfect black butterfly nuzzling the cool smooth petals.  If I were, I might never want anything other than to meander wistfully, sailing into the universe forever forgotten