butterfly whispers.
_______________
She floats around
in the world like
a butterfly..whispering
praise where needed..
as anxiety reaps
the night air..or creeps
amongst the Daylight
hours like a deadly
poisoned flower..
she is There..
in Grace..
(hour after Hour.)
and the fear inside
which slept?
it has gasped it's final
breath!
For Her love makes
me immortal.
(untouched by
Pain and Death.)
j.stephen.h.
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