ButterflyA Poem by Carlos Lorenzo EstradaI don't see them much anymore and I miss them, for they are made from the things that dreams are made from.Butterfly by Carlos Lorenzo Estrada "Feet, what do I need you for when I have wings to fly?"-Frida Kahlo In powdered wings which fill the air Drifting lonely; captured stare Framed in patterns arresting eye Delicate creature rising high Between the space which binds us to Planted feet that wish of you. What secrets rest upon those wings Aileron flight which rise and sing Colored patterns upon your silk Immortal beauty of your ilk Enchanted by the dreams of you Ascending up the endless blue So let hearts aspire; wander high On those wings; oh Butterfly... © 2021 Carlos Lorenzo EstradaAuthor's Note
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Added on August 25, 2021Last Updated on August 25, 2021 Tags: love dream poetry hope AuthorCarlos Lorenzo Estradasalinas , CAAboutIf I can say something worth saying that makes just one person think about others...I'll try. The greatest storyteller was my grandmother. I miss her stories. Also, I would like to add to please pay.. more..Writing
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