A butterfly of my youth
You flitted through my life
I followed your beauty
Zig-zag across the field
A laugh
A reach
A grab
You were unattainable
I found you hidden
In a closet of my mind
Drab
Gray
I wonder why
I didn’t persist
Left you uncaught
Can a faded dream
Live again?
Can color come back
To a memory?
When is ‘now’
Too late?
I remember your beauty
And ask
Can it be again?
Man, this is good stuff!
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” Can a faded dream
Live again?
Can color come back
To a memory?
When is ‘now’
Too late?”
I love this para..:) Its so simple yet so beautifully expressed.. :) Lovely Poem.
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Thanks Pranita!
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I feel the beauty so intensely, Trent. Wonderfully done … truly.
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Thanks Mark!
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Beautiful poem Trent. Good to see you are still blogging away :)
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Thanks Tricia! Nice to see you back blogging. I was just starting to read your post when this popped up.
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