Fly my darlings fly.
Light my candles of sweet smelling sky
Young and swinging words witty
My world awaits your majestic beauty
Yet still curve your cares for me clear
Drawn to places others wouldn't dare
Affect many more with butterfly wishes
Return to me in spring with many misses
Live to touch many lives with butterfly kisses
I am taking time to smell the flowers
Nothing can triumph in this lives’ clovers
Glide traveling to warm climates
Sent upon me wings and prayers
Fly my darlings fly
Lets write blue in this white sky
You then will smile as my darlings fly.
……………….words don’t grow on trees…………..© Vinn 2010
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