My dreams are fragile butterfly wings, a flutter inside my heart. The world tries to steal them, blow them away with the Autumn wind. What they don't realize is that, once born, my dreams can never be caged. I will not be confined to the ground; I have grown wings. I stand towards the topaz sun, my arms outstretched, unafraid.
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Hello love, you have a magical blog here full of the most delicate wonderings. Marvellous, I look forward to reading more. ♥
ReplyDeleteSo uplifting - never ground those wings, dearest. xx
ReplyDeleteThe drab moth wings of my dreams greatly admire the bright colours of your butterfly ones. This is lovely! As is your new kingdom. :)
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oh goodness, i really really needed this. and thank you so much for the lovely comment you left on my blog. you are a sweetheart and it meant the world to me xx
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