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Post by AquarianM on Feb 21, 2009 at 2:18am


The heart is the strangest creation of all,
Filled with soft dreams and aspirations,
A cloud of caterpillars in chrysalis,
As delicate as hair-thin crystal or soap bubbles,
All shimmery and decked in rainbows,
Waiting to be shattered or popped in life’s cacophony,
Broken by the discordant sounds of conflict or loss.

Still – butterflies exist.

Do you suppose that’s why we live?


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 02/21/2009