Schmetterling/Butterfly

Send us Fan MailSchmetterling I saw her flight, pirouetting in poetry, through the early summer blue of sky, her wings flickered in the afternoon silence, and then she settled upon my open hand, and taught me how to fly, for there she rested in moments that opened, in the blossoming seconds of hours, I opened my eyes at last, to wonderfor before me stood my lifetimes, of past and future choices,in a bouquetof wings and flowers. Feel free to contact me. Be nice to know who my audience is and perhaps you can suggest some further topics or themes for my writing! And do give me [email protected]