Like soft pastels,
as in a flower garden,
or the light of a spring morning,
of butterflies in the distance,
just out of focus...
they are not quite there,
although I want them to be.
I will have to just enjoy them
just the way they are,-
not quite there,
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Colin (184.108.40.206) -- Wednesday, October 28 2009, 07:06 pm|
alas these bittersweet reflections in life....
so beautifully written that your two words remind me (but almost) of the other big word - 'if'
Such is life but always a pleasure to read your profound thought provoking words ....
|shiloh (220.127.116.11) -- Wednesday, October 28 2009, 10:30 pm|
i sincerely appreciate your thoughts and comments - many thanks.
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