On My Own
A spirit can be blooming within a crowd
But only when it is free
will the petals of love be power
Just one movement of time
can pick it up and set it down
But once it tastes the air of the soul
It will be a jeweled crown
too hard to hold
For love will lift and carry the dawn
from sunrise to sunset
Each memory will be a butterfly
held within the petal's gentle grasp
And as it leaves the nest behind
The wind brushes past its name
Whispering words of love
only freedom of the heart brings
©by belladora
All Rights Reserved 1998
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