A gull cries.

A spider crawls.

A child plays.

Butterfly thoughts
flit here and there, on
dancing sunbeams
and, wings give freedom to fly
to sense the thrill, like
first touch upon a lovers skin.

The gift of fresh opened eyes
soak up a world passing by
in sweet, sweet

Moments of time.


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