Elusive Butterfly...A poem by Tereska Muishond

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I have not had time to write much lately, but this morning I woke up and someone crossed my mind. A woman I have written about before. She is a woman with remarkable talent. She is hard working and has accomplished things many only dream of. She is a strong woman. She is a woman who knows what she wants and stands up for what she believes in. She is a woman who speaks her mind, heart and soul and her words, her words are never inaudible. Today, I would like to share some of her words with you, because she is one of the many women who encourage me to keep on writing and making my voice heard. And as I share her words with you, I wish to encourage you to never let your voice go unheard.
Today, I give you Elusive Butterfly… A poem by Tereska Muishond…

Elusive Butterfly
He calls me Butterfly
Do I brighten up his life as I
Flutter on the fringes of his lonely smile?

He calls me Butterfly
Did he feel the delicacy of my wings
When he lifted me into his heart?

He calls me Butterfly
Maybe because he cups his hands when I cry
Then paints rainbows on my skin with my teardrops

I don’t know why
He calls me Butterfly
Perhaps he knows I get high
On the sweet scent he injects into the air

My, my, my… he sighs
I call you Butterfly
For you take flight into the sky
Every time I try
To kiss you

A little poetry every now and then is good for the soul J

Take Care

Miss Stone

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