Butterfly

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Improv 2002

I am your butterfly,

in your chamber of sleep.

Your love makes me soar,

so high... I don't want to come down.

My delicate wings flutter,

the higher I climb,

but in your arms I'm safe,

as we come down together,

and land softly on,

your pillow of dreams.



~*~ Jill ~*~

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this on 11-23-02. It's my 214th improv. You can use your imagination for the meaning of this one. lol.

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