Dale, captured in beauty...the soul of the butterfly..the love for the moment. Awesome!!
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader)
Reviewed on June 11, 2005
Oh Dale this is so gorgeous so peaceful happy and calming. even with the someone falling which is so true. Love's worn by some, disgarded by others, yet we all come together. I love that.
This brings tears from the freedom of it all, yet the knowing of love is there to hold. This one really set me free with comfort.xo
This one tugs at the heart strings. Love the second
to last stanza...I have often asked that question,
as I am sure we all have. Many will relate to this poem.
I love the motion in this one Dale, for love is ever
changing, never still, with all of the senses always
being stirred in different directions.You captured it so well!
What a wonderful analogy, for butterflies live only a short while before they die. But have you seen them while they live? They dance in the air when they mate--an expression of pure joy. Butterflies live the ultimate freedom while they exist. This is a beauty, Dale...
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This brings tears from the freedom of it all, yet the knowing of love is there to hold. This one really set me free with comfort.xo
This one tugs at the heart strings. Love the second
to last stanza...I have often asked that question,
as I am sure we all have. Many will relate to this poem.
changing, never still, with all of the senses always
being stirred in different directions.You captured it so well!
Eileen
One that touches the heart!!
Love Tinky