Butterfly whispers

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I’ve gone out- strolling

Too short to call it hiking

Talking to myself in thoughts

Hoping you’ll overhear

How my heart is still broken

In my every step and every tear

Or as I stand beneath tall trees

To refresh a sense of you

Sometimes, I lay down to sleep

On a ground of pine needles

Praying I’ll feel your heartbeat  

Other times I can get lost

In watery reflections when I thirst    

Where I try to imagine your face

Blowing me kisses… again

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Poet of the Light © 2022

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