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Sunday, November 1, 2009

She Sleeps With Butterflies

Winged whispers tickle her ears
while gentle kisses touch her lips.
She sleeps with butterflies.
Their gentle fluttering transports her
on a nocturnal fantasy where dreams
dance like water diamonds with sparkling
promises of a forever love.

Cocooned in hope she lies dreaming
surrounded by her tender hosts.
A heart lies waiting to hear love’s call
while she sleeps with butterflies.

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