In a world so small I’m not sure that it really exists, a butterfly was floating along and a bird swept down and ate it. The body went in first, then the wings and the legs. The bird flew away, not seeing Jewel fluttering in the sky, barely a wing span aw...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Search the skies for precious gemsAnd roll the waters away.Reveal the treasures so deeply hiddenAnd sweep the night to day.Weave a song so glorious,A song to gr...
I always have this feeling that I’m chasing something. Something that makes me happy, maybe even makes me complete. Something beautiful like a butterfly that sits on a daisy when I walk through a deserted corner of the park on a sunny afternoon in spring....
