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Little Butterflies

Little butterflies
Flit in their gilded cages;-
Our hearts.

Some are free;-
Some choose to remain.

First love,-
First contact; -

How can we be unfaithful; -
When we are but the same?

Craving contact,-
Craving healing,-
Craving love;-

From our broken childhood's dream.
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Posted: Feb 2017
About this poem:
Craving that emotional connection...

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niah9online today!
I admit some poems leave me lost in their words, but this one I understood...could relate..... .and liked......Kathydancing
Thanks, just trying a few different styles...
Very inspired verses.
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Doors to the temple of soul are open,
There garden and luxury languid color,
And happiness crickets in calm,
Sing the song as a hobby.
Thanks Ummka bouquet
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