Butterflies still
outside my window
Daylight healers scattered.
I remember holding your hand,
enjoying the fresh scent.
And everything came
through the heart.
Two souls swimming
through grace.
Butterflies still outside my window
Butterflies still
outside my window
Daylight healers scattered.
I remember holding your hand,
enjoying the fresh scent.
And everything came
through the heart.
Two souls swimming
through grace.
A Wandering Poet 