Posted by Ben Naga
Clear of how or why
We glide on two wings
The amaranthine sky
Posted on September 6, 2015, in Poems and tagged Dreams, Life, Reflection. Bookmark the permalink. 8 Comments.
Unless they linger too long and get devoured. Been watching too much NetGo this weekend. (Wild Animals in Africa)
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We are all butterflies. 🙂
I’ll read this later. The butterfly is also the lupus symbol because of the rash that some of us get across the bridge of our nose.
No reference to that was intended.
I know. I was just letting you.
Reblogged this on Dawn of Divine Rays.
Your reposting is always appreciated. ❤
Reblogged this on Spirit Train Chronicles.
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