Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Feel the warmth
Like fourteen butterflies tickle my skin
Fluttering simply and
I float light

It's nice,
A simple upturned lip
Like suns peer out as if they should
And stay so steady

Slipping through the gentle breeze
Fingers interwined, each step
And eyes look easily
Upon everything, this world

Why allow heartbeats to be so varied
When it's all in the simple saunter
Wandering in dawn and fresh perspective?
Why should I ever feel the pangs?

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