Barbara R Maxwell

When I look at you I see the impossible

I see a miracle

I see infinity

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That’s how crisp, cool air is

Glorious

The changing of the guard

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That’s how crisp, cool air is

Glorious

The changing of the guard

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We are so fragile

If you really look at us

We are the wisp of something

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We are so fragile

If you really look at us

We are the wisp of something

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Every night

Fairies arrive

They come from far away

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Butterflies in the forest

Gently flying to and fro

On an early spring day

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Butterflies in the forest

Gently flying to and fro

On an early spring day

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The waves are moving back and forth

Pulsing like a rhythm

The sound calms

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It’s that time of year

The light has changed

Ever so slightly

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