I wish I still was only three.


Childhood



I used to think that falling leaves
were butterflies struck dead by the breeze

I was little then.






Poetry by muddy waters
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Written on 2005-08-25 at 00:25

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F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
adorable and light... remembering the wonders of life as a kid... the tender years of imagination... i dont think anything compares to that... i enjoyed reading your poem... thanks for sharing :f

later...xx
2005-08-26


epohonci
oh, to be young again.

:)

nice thought, here.
2005-08-25