Love Poem: Where the Butterflies Play
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Written by: Tim Smith

Where the Butterflies Play

Creep the vines crawling the guarded walls
Peek the rays drawing into my restless mind
Breaking dawn burning off the morning mist
Submitting no longer to a life of trepidation 

Living out daily dreams and forgotten fantasies,
letting go of pains and endless sufferings,
releasing thoughts and feelings
trying to make things seem 
right in a world of all wrong 

Generous soul pour out your torments
through my veins   bring to light
in the freshness of a new day
a garden of bountiful harvests
in an untapped sea of love
where the butterflies come to play