|Lull Of The Sea|
| The silver strand of fading day|
has slipped behind the sea
Reflections slowly lose their glow
as evening calls to me.
When heaven sparks its candlelight
and hangs the moon on high;
It spies the ruffled petticoats
that sweeps and mystify.
The rhythmic break of waves on shore--
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|On Wings Of A Butterfly|
| The day awoke to flurry of sounds|
That swirled about as early snow.
I watched the glyphs that piqued my mind
And penned a poem's embryo.
I gathered up the whisper of words
And made intriguing gay bouquet
But, have a cherry blossom show
That's prone to quickly fly away.
Elusive . . .
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