Butterfly
Bright
colours,
you
glide, flutter, abide.
So
fascinating,
you
soar, dive, twirl.
Copying
life,
you
rise, fall, subside.
Oh
butterfly,
you
love, light, leave.
My
regret,
you
leave, love, leave....
In determining true value I consider, What is truth? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for? And what is worth dying for? The answer is always the same. Only Love. Enjoy the Journey...! Peaceful Warrior. 'Peoples Poet'.
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