Small things

Butterfly on my hand

Where will you go

Will you stay a while

So I can recall the red

Mix with the blue

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Summer sky of rain

Where will you pour

Will you stay a while

Upon my brow

Remind me of my skin

Alive in your touch

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Words of an authors tale

Where will you flow

Will you stay a while

To caress the space within

Empty of all except the words

You share to tell the world

The path you spin

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(C) frankie Mcgivney