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Sighs And Butterflies. Sighs are but butterflies, With no real purpose, Or intention- At least not enough To mention. Let the breeze blow, No place in particular to go. Just a thought, Kind and soothing, Of a sort. We were in denial. Sure of making love And having fun. Fight the rain, Fly into the sun.. But truth became A weapon. And, In the end, Acceptance won. (Gerry Aldridge © 2017)
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
Sighs And Butterflies.
Sighs And Butterflies. Sighs are but butterflies, With no real purpose, Or intention- At least not enough To mention. Let the breeze blow, No place in particular to go. Just a thought, Kind and soothing, Of a sort. We were in denial. Sure of making love And having fun. Fight the rain, Fly into the sun.. But truth became A weapon. And, In the end, Acceptance won. (Gerry Aldridge © 2017)
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Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC
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