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Some dreams flitter like butterflies
Touching flowers of hope
Under stormy skies
And where they land
Is anyone’s guess
In this world of sifting sand.
 
Life is a walk
Through an alley at night
Or through a park by day.
You never know what predicament waits
When the butterfly lands
But does not stay.
 
Some dreams come
By way of want
Others by way of need
But the treacherous kind
Are somehow blind
To the blatant signs of greed.
 
Yes,— some may flitter
In the rays of the sun
Or flounder in a poem or a song.
But how will we know
Where the journey leads
Unless we flitter along?
 
 
D. Thurmond / JEFalcon
07-09-2019

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