Our Secret pond far away from the stress of our lifes. Where I lay on
its green carpet banks, and admire its quite beauty. I can hear the
frogs jumping in unison to the music of the bluejays peaceful song. And
the fragrance of the fresh wild flowers as they make there way toward
the suns warm embrace. As the butterflies dance across the way, forever
dancing it seems. Makes me wonder of my life, would be nice just to
flutter from flower to flower, floating on a warm summer breeze.
Carefree and forever dancing would I be, if I were a butterfly. But I am
not a butterfly, nor a frog swimming in the pond. But just a Man trapped
in my loveless world. My heart aches for someone who like the butterfly
is forever dancing. Oh how I wish I could grow wings and dance on the
leaves of the golden dew with you. But its just me and the butterflies
In our golden pond of love.
copyright © 1998 By Mike Mal
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Email: mike_mal@hotmail.com
