Monday, September 25, 2017

Ode to Jean


A Boy.

A Girl.

An Innocence divine.

Remember my love.

As a chrysalis breaks forth.

A butterfly surely must fly.

The moth.

The bird.

The spirit all intwinned.

Your friend.

Your lover.

Your pearl.

A gadfly soars.

A windmill spins.

As in life.

We chase the Wind.

R,I.P

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