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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422575" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Butterflies</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">women are like butterflies<br>dad always said <br>when he was alive<br>oh how true that is</div><div style="margin:10px 0">mom, sisters, aunties, <br>they are all butterflies<br>with colourful stories<br>to tell of their love <br>and alluring attire<br>as they dance out<br>the steps of life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">fly in and out of days<br>gathering memories<br>golden, sweet, light <br>and fluid as honey</div><div style="margin:10px 0">kisses, presents, flowers and all<br>cupboards full of cotton, silk, crepe, <br>lace, and what have you? <br>a million shades and styles<br>to draw on life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">you could see them <br>flutter into dreams <br>where roses, orchids, <br>crocuses, hibiscus <br>magnolias, scent<br>the way of paradise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">each twirls, swirls, twists, <br>waltzes, discos, pirouettes<br>through that memory lane<br>where diversity and thirst for<br>life lifts them from bloom to bloom</div><div style="margin:10px 0">where a million years might <br>have passed and one will <br>still be digging in to feed on <br>those joy capsuled moments<br>though they are fleeting<br>as worms that morph<br>into lavae, butterflies <br>and rainbow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">big sister loves her <br>graceful skirt in that shade<br>passionate as rosy red</div><div style="margin:10px 0">second sister's <br>favourite blouse<br>innocent as lily white</div><div style="margin:10px 0">third sister's lace <br>covered night gown<br>makes her look a real ballerina<br>ever ready to fly the way of<br>butterfly</div><div style="margin:10px 0">to talk about butterflies<br>snappy dad was correct when<br>he said women are like butterflies<br>they fly into your life<br>bringing colours and sweetness <br>if you know where to look for <br>the right ones </div><div style="margin:10px 0">open the window of your heart wide<br>and you see them flutter, flap, dance<br>in so many ways into your life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">inspired by</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Annabel Lee</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was many and many a year ago, <br>In a kingdom by the sea, <br>That a maiden there lived whom you may know<br>By the name of ANNABEL LEE; <br>And this maiden she lived with no other thought<br>Than to love and be loved by me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I was a child and she was a child, <br>In this kingdom by the sea; <br>But we loved with a love that was more than love-<br>I and my Annabel Lee; <br>With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven<br>Coveted her and me.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And this was the reason that, long ago, <br>In this kingdom by the sea, <br>A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling<br>My beautiful Annabel Lee; <br>So that her highborn kinsman came<br>And bore her away from me, <br>To shut her up in a sepulchre<br>In this kingdom by the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The angels, not half so happy in heaven, <br>Went envying her and me-<br>Yes! - that was the reason (as all men know, <br>In this kingdom by the sea) <br>That the wind came out of the cloud by night, <br>Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But our love it was stronger by far than the love<br>Of those who were older than we-<br>Of many far wiser than we-<br>And neither the angels in heaven above, <br>Nor the demons down under the sea, <br>Can ever dissever my soul from the soul<br>Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams<br>Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; <br>And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes<br>Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; <br>And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side<br>Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, <br>In the sepulchre there by the sea, <br>In her tomb by the sounding sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Edgar Allan Poe #31</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Tiong+Chunghoo">John Tiong Chunghoo</a><div class=q>
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dad always said 
when he was alive
oh how true that is

mom, sisters, aunties, 
they are all butterflies
with colourful stories
to tell of their love 
and alluring attire
as they dance out
the steps of life

fly in and o..."></div>
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