- A winding vine, like a snake caresses her very face, mother nature in beauty and grace.Wings that flutter of black and gold reaches for stories that have never been told. Wind whispering to the pine "Thy soul is less then mine." Pine passes along to a willow tree, "My branches stay, yours roam free." As the butterfly hovers above the blooming rose, it tells the stories that are never told.
- by Airman Ambzy |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 10/30/2008 |
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- Title: Butterfly
- Artist: Airman Ambzy
- Description: About 10 seconds of constant thought in my head....this is what happens when I try not to think.
- Date: 10/30/2008
- Tags: butterfly
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- Airman Ambzy - 10/30/2008
- Seriously? @,@ I need to jot down my thoughts as they come more often.
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- nintendo414 - 10/30/2008
- I really like it nice job
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