Fairy thoughts;
Butterflies in my head
Flit, float, glide every way,
On gossamer wings.
Too many to count,
Too many to catch.
Ideas bursting forth
As sparks from fire soar free,
Flying to burn brightly,
Twisting, twirling, twinkling,
Glowing, fading, to die.
Forgotten.
(c) Robert Jones 2013, All Rights Reserved
Love this! Can totally relate to a mind full of flitting thoughts and ideas 🙂
Thank you, for your feedback 🙂 Robert
Sounds like peace of mind to me. {{{Hugs}}} Kozo
🙂
Very nice! Fave line is: “As sparks from fire soar free,”.
Thank you, I’m pleased you like it:)
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