Noon Interlude

Sweet yellow butterfly
Waves in a true blue sky.
Palm trees sway gently,
Leaves whisper secrets,
Winter Sun pours out his light
And holds me… Bliss.

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Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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19 Responses to Noon Interlude

  1. ladysighs says:

    Butterflies!!! YES!

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  2. As ever, beautifully drawn

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  3. A midi
    I say
    Parfait
    Cherie

    I am enchanted by your bliss at being held by the sun.
    Powerful metaphor.

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  4. makagutu says:

    Perfect bliss!

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  5. pjb1943 says:

    I wanna be where those palm trees are…, on a towel on the beach, laying in the sun getting warm !!! Written so vividly I can feel it, Em. Great job.
    Paul

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  6. arjaybe says:

    With snow still covering the ground here, images of palm trees and butterflies are fragile and ephemeral, but nice.-) Fortunately, things are melting and it won’t be long before I can smell the river again.

    rjb

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