Saturday, May 12, 2012

Chasing Butterflies

Butterflies come by everyday,
Two exactly.
They fly fast and chase each other,
Like children running in the park.
Pennies fall from heaven,
At times of doubt,
Of times of loniliness
They come from two souls above
One woman, one man.
I wish they were still here,
But as the pennies drop,
And the butterflies go by,
They remind me that they are still with me.

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