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No Foto Friday so .......... Butterfly Enticed by the bright city lights, a butterfly quietly flits; one of the more colourful sights that throng the dark but vibrant streets. She flutters about red lanterns with a fine shamisen in tow; she plays in teahouses and taverns pausing only to take a bow. The bright hues of her kimono fill up the emptiness of night; gay and chatty, she seems to know how to raise her tipsy ’ delight. Regretfully, when daylight breaks in this Land Of The Rising Sun, the sleepy butterfly slowly makes her way back to the cocoon she spun.  Lee Live today as if it is your last For tomorrow will soon be in the past |
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4/6/2012 4:32 am |
Hi Lee: Memoirs of a Geisha was one of the most interesting books and the movie was fantastic. Nice poem.
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4/6/2012 5:35 am |
Thankyou Lee...so very lovely..
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Nice
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