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Butterfly Tree

The Butterfly Tree

I fell asleep beneath the butterfly tree
And dreamt of the love who would come to me,
His hands were soft and large, so strong
His smile as sweet as a black birds song.
I felt his lips upon my face
Saw the stars shine in his tender gaze
Then a lazy breeze came to play
And blew my butterfly dreams away

 

 

 

 

Copyright © 2007 Karen Jones.