7 September 2011

Butterflies

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The silent wheels of time

Made of me a man

Without me ever knowing

The change had come to pass

No more the childish demands

Of my youth

My time has come at last

I squandered all my summers

Chasing butterflies

The butterflies are gone now

In the autumn of my life

I squander all my rainy days

Thinking of times past

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2 comments:

  1. Exquisitely touched the dream existence, that parallel dimension in which time does not exist for us or rather becomes a space in which we slip in this game of life... Breathtaking!

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  2. Thank you sweet Lolita, as ever you are to kind to this humble word peddler.

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