When I see a butterfly I smile

When I see a butterfly, I smile.

With my eyes I chase the butterfly, my body following.

The butterfly flutters, aimless here and there. 

I think, am I not like the butterfly? I smile.

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Posted on July 23, 2008 at 2:50 pm by thomas · Permalink
In: Poetry

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