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I got big dreams

Filled with purple skies

Cause purple is my favorite color

A higher shade of blue…

It seems as lonely as blue

And as hurt as blue…

Only it really isn’t

My purple is regal

And meant for gold jewels and silver trinkets

So I got big dreams

Filled with purple skies

Where butterflies flutter in and out

Of not too cool breezes

That shake leaves off old southern magnolia trees

Leaves made purple by lack of chlorophyll production

And butterflies transformed…

After walking away from the world

And stepping out of their chrysalis

With open wings…

Brave enough to venture back

Fly in a world that pointed and snickered

Snickered when they were low on the ground

And weren’t able to soar

But now that the stay is over

Everyone adores the beauty of a butterfly…

Carried by that not too cool breeze

Flutter, flutter, flutter, fluttering

And surrounded by my perfect and purple sky

I got big dreams filled with purple skies and magic butterflies.



Robyn V. Evans

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