SoulReserve

Butterfly words

When I think of my poems,
or songs;
Even before I jot them,
down;
The words
fluttering,
vibrating,
willful,
are gone…
Edging and fainting off my grasp;
And then I am left with a feeling so deep;
Only, I have no words
to express any of it….

© soulreserve 2015

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