MusingA Poem by Rita L. SevHappiness is like a butterfly which, when pursued, is always beyond our grasp, but, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you. - Nathaniel HawthorneHovering near is my Muse On wings of words she flies but
just as I approach, she
escapes into the skies
My flimsy net of thin blue lines, So close, I almost reach her but
then she flits away so fast, elusive,
fragile creature
At times I must surrender to My untamable resister and
hope to try another day
to
catch one of her sisters © 2013 Rita L. SevReviews
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