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Catching Butterflies of Hope

Catching Butterflies of Hope

A bewitching creature
beautiful in its nature,
flying up above.

Your heart lights up.
Could there be hope?
So you run.

You want it yours
and give it all you’ve got,
but you never quite seem to catch it.

So near yet miles away.
Finally you give up
and give in 
to its beauty.

You just stare,
knowing you couldn’t catch it
though it was right before your eyes,
waiting for you to try.

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Tony Taylor

Hi TUGBA!!...I really like the hopefulness that this VERY well crafted piece of poetic prose is conveying!!.... It's VERY creatively delivered my friend!!......ALL STARS!!...... well done......LOVE & ROCKETS!!........T xo. : )

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Angel

Nicely written I wrote 2 poems 1 called a butterfly with one wing
and a butterfly with one wing part 2 you might like to read 
a couple years back the ladies group at our church had a 
butterflies  are free party I adore the creatures 
they have butterfly gardens you can watch them 
coming out of there cocoon's 
 

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Wilford Barker

Beautiful as the butterfly.. lovely write TUGBA.
All the best.

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Liz Campbell

This is the first poem I read today. Beautifully written!! One of my best friends was shot and killed by the police 2 years ago and I've been told that whenever I see Monarch butterflies that it's him. Thank u for writing this. I needed it today.

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