To my Stevie…20/10/84 – 01/12/17
Butterfly musings
lead the way
out of dark forests
where I’d gone astray.
fainting with weariness
my hope was deferred,
unable to stand
all vision was blurred…
They carried my burdens
spoke of my worth,
brought me back
to the sacredness
of earth,
where a change
of scenery,
lifted my gaze,
and they rekindled
the remembrance
of grace-filled days…
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AllysoAlly 
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