Flutter like a butterfly riding on the wind
Dancing and skipping over the land
Upon Copper Hill you will rest on my hand.
You can't stay put as time moves on
But remember the good times and be on your way.
So fly little butterfly, fly on the wind
And one day we'll meet again. love L
8 comments:
Very touching. Hope there is not a sad reason for this post. xx
Beautiful images and poem, and obviously happy memories.
Pretty images and it sounds like a somewhat sad post. Yes, time moves on and we with it. Sometimes we find joy in it and other times its sad. Hope your day is a good one.
Love and hugs. Such beautiful photos and poem. Looking forward to a real hug x
hold on to your sweet memories...love tina
Lovely Julie - hope all is well.
hi jules, thank you for your commentI guess we both grieve for never forgotten people...tina
That was a moving blog - and the tune - It is good to remember the good things and that helps the sad things.
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