The morning blue is a butterfly that flutters,
it's wings bringing the Morning's first color,
Blue, to every window
It's color never remembered much or ever seen
They waste the opportunity in a trance
Some asleep and others in a busy trance, a trance we call life
But, a few share the moment together
We experience a butterfly
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I am Water #Wattys2016
PoetryThis is a poetry book, with all of my original poems. Enjoy! All pictures used are mine, including the cover.
