<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361877" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Butterfly</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Across a scarlet sky there wings a butterfly, <br>he passes over a million heads, <br>a thousand lives fruitlessly lead. <br>Such a sight my eyes behold, <br>with no motive I am told. <br>Waters deep from rippling streams <br>glazed of gold by sunbeams. <br>What is such a seeming less trek, <br>the phantoms of the mind conjures, <br>are the images we see, ourselves, <br>or are we just microscopic cells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flowers on a thorny bush, <br>with beauty such as they inspire, <br>petals bright of scarlet flames, <br>bathed in the sun’s warm desire. <br>Here we stand some minute speck <br>near the greater door. <br>Something more than our mind can behold. <br>Our future somewhere inside is stored. <br>Where we go, and what we do, <br>are we mere puppets on a string, <br>under someone’s control.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">White tipped mountain range, <br>peaks touch the sky, <br>there wings again the butterfly. <br>Does he hold the future, <br>is that why he crumbles to our touch? <br>Butterfly pray tell me, <br>the message that you hold, <br>where is my future sold. <br>Do wishes come true? <br>Do they transpire, <br>if so where can they be found?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Harris">David Harris</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=361877" data-title="Butterfly de David Harris" data-description="Across a scarlet sky there wings a butterfly, he passes over a million heads, a thousand lives fruitlessly lead. Such a sight my eyes behold, with no motive I am told. Waters deep from rippling streams glazed of gold by sunbeams. What is su..."></div> </div> </div>

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