First draft...
I wandered through life like a homeless butterfly,
from flower to flower looking for that familiar scent.
Content as a baby in a mothers arms,
till the perfect one I saw, on a lonely meadow,
under that big old oak tree. You got enough sun
to keep you happy, blooming on cue to seasons past.
Happily happy, taking refuge, under the shadow of that big old ( Read more... )
from flower to flower looking for that familiar scent.
Content as a baby in a mothers arms,
till the perfect one I saw, on a lonely meadow,
under that big old oak tree. You got enough sun
to keep you happy, blooming on cue to seasons past.
Happily happy, taking refuge, under the shadow of that big old ( Read more... )
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I have so many subtle changes in the works already =)
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