Gentle little butterflies falling to the ground,
Paralyzed, we sink heavily and hard,
Prettily and perfectly we fall,
With light lofty gentle words you call,
And floatingly we fall in place,
Alighting in your embrace,
Carefully we search for you,
Trying to pay what is due,
Afraid to take the leap,
Fearing what we might reap,
While others cry out for aid,
Our light begins to fade,
Gently fading out of sight,
Even though it is not right.
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Lemons and Limes
RandomPoems that are sweet or sour. Once I reach 100 poems, I will be done with this album. Follow along in the count, read my poems to experience first hand a poet's improvement, or just read some poems for your enjoyment. As I always say, "Enjoy!"
