Step but quietly
Upon your path
Each road you travel
Every home you pass
Each mirrored gaze
Every dream you dream
Is but a butterfly
In a gentle breeze.
Your voice it soothes
On angry days
In velvet tones
In calming waves
Each falling droplet
Of Summer rain
Which forms a mist
That softly lays.
Its weary head
Upon a carpet green
A distant meadow
Locked in dream
A fairytale
A wanton kiss
In moments lost
These things to miss.
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Author:
nephilim56 ( Norman Dickson) (
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Comments1
Good write N.
Erm, quietly came the bus along. Did ya hear it?! lol.
I have put the bus stop down as a secondary address lol
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