6 Apr 2017

Butterfly Days
















Those days when hearts were light and free,
happiness flew from tree to tree,
seemed plenty there for everyone
like butterflies in summer sun.

The woods were filled with laughter then
with promised kisses sought in vain,
soft laughter drifting as we'd run
like butterflies in summer sun.

Innocence lit by summer days
filtered now through wintry haze,
such happy times we filled with fun
like butterflies in summer sun.

Those days when hearts were light and free
like butterflies in summer sun.



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