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"Butterflies" are Free Friends are hard to find on a one way street Traveling the same direction but never seem to meet In the silence of solitude It erupts without a knowing How knowledge is overrated With the fear of where it's going The heart grows colder When love is not about The mind gets bolder What's filtered in, unfilters out As tomorrows come and go Yesterday becomes years gone by The challenger to complete, Becomes the challenge just to try Wrapped in a cocoon of memories gone by Doesn't excite the one within So butterflies will not fly |
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Something new.. I wrote it today.. thinking that today, I might try it. Unwrapping it. and letting the butterflies out.. tempered glass...doesn't mean it can't break.. If wishes were dishes.. I'd served them to you on a plate.
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I think many can relate to your poem, especially 'of memories wrapped in a cocoon', of no stirring within. I like how you are thinking of opening yourself up again. To me it speaks of renewed hope, new beginnings - Spring :- ) [Please excuse but Bob Lind's 'Elusive Butterfly' is flitting past - bye! ]
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I think many can relate to your poem, especially 'of memories wrapped in a cocoon', of no stirring within. I like how you are thinking of opening yourself up again. To me it speaks of renewed hope, new beginnings - Spring :- ) [Please excuse but Bob Lind's 'Elusive Butterfly' is flitting past - bye! ] 
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I think many can relate to your poem, especially 'of memories wrapped in a cocoon', of no stirring within. I like how you are thinking of opening yourself up again. To me it speaks of renewed hope, new beginnings - Spring :- ) [Please excuse but Bob Lind's 'Elusive Butterfly' is flitting past - bye! ] being old is nearly impossible. I wrote about what being old means to me. There are certainly plenty of obstacles..to overcome...both physically and mentally. There is an irony in growing old..It's a transition..from trying to be who you are not.. To not trying to be who who you are. We just quit trying.. So yesterday I said to myself...Don't stop trying.. Butterflies in this case has two meanings......the ones that leave the cocoon and fly .. and the ones in your belly...I want to fly and I want to get excited and nervous..although there is still a chance I can't do it.. There's no chance if you don't try.
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I normally talk expectations and anticipation as a negative..It certainly can be.. But it has it's benefits too. Especially when you get old.. It excites.. it's motivates..It can get you off the ground, and more important it can get you out of bed.
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