<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547656" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Butterfly...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The grey concrete surrounded me as that of a dreary day<br>The metal collarge of buses, encircling me..<br>whilst exposing the shyness of colour <br>to the dullness of the scene<br>How hard the colour tried..yet the grey consumed it without effort<br>I sat, whilst the fumes danced unashamedly <br>around the concrete path before me</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But I could only see the huge metal conterie in front of me..<br>vibrating in tune to the fumes that swirled from it..<br>As my ears were full of song..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You give me butterflies..'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">..my heart sang to You as my eyes, <br>almost filled with tears..<br>looked upon the lugubroius scene before me..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'You give me butterflies..'<br> <br>My heart sang even louder..<br>as the fumes enveloped me..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But wait! <br>What is this I see amidst the concrete collarge..<br>What is this precious gem.. <br>struggling through the choking fumes..<br>through the grey of this cold, somber calamity? <br>You filled me up with joy hardly contained<br>when, through all..<br>there...<br>A pure white butterfly decended..<br>and as I held out my hand..<br>rested in my palm..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh my heart..........</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sharon+Maree+Smith">Sharon Maree Smith</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=547656" data-title="Butterfly... de Sharon Maree Smith" data-description="The grey concrete surrounded me as that of a dreary day The metal collarge of buses, encircling me.. whilst exposing the shyness of colour to the dullness of the scene How hard the colour tried..yet the grey consumed it without effort I sat, whil..."></div> </div> </div>

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