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Weather, life...what is, is. Usually.
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Forecast
Butterflies rain slowly
Like god’s tears or the tears
Of angels gone too abruptly
From love.
My ashes
Could mix with this
Butterfly rain
And float free,
Go
To the peaceful places
Life never allots.
Leslie P. Garcia
copyright 2007
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| Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado |
8/2/2007 |
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| Nice one, Leslie; very well penned! BRAVA! :) |
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| Reviewed by Karen Palumbo |
7/31/2007 |
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A well stated and enjoyable read.....
Be safe,
Karen |
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| Reviewed by Regina Pounds |
7/31/2007 |
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oh, Leslie! you render me speechless with this sad, yet beautiful expression of wistful resignation, which is in itself an impossible state... To see butterflies as tears of angels is such a unique vision...what can I tell you but to take heart!
September is the month of butterflies here...watch them and enjoy their beauty as will I.
much love and also thanks for knowing me so well!
Gina |
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