In Search Of Paradise by ShyHeart

Like butterflies on summer days
She seeks that perfect place
To rest her wings in paradise
And know that she is safe

And, If not me, I hope then soon
Her wings will find that place
Which shelters her
And, appreciates her grace

She’s known the pain of words with wings
They keep her love in flight
She’s been so long without a place
To rest her loving heart

I have seen and understand
Just what she’s going through
That emptiness, I’ve known it to
Like friends, we share an empty room

But, if she finds protection
within her endless flight
I’ll think of her each time I see
The beauty of her wings

As she flies from place to place
In Search Of Paradise

LinzAy (152.163.188.34) -- Monday, March 17 2003, 07:09 am

Short Comment...haha
Beautiful Poem Martin!

MartinV (65.56.174.74) -- Monday, March 17 2003, 03:48 pm

Why the essay?
LinzAy,

I read your essay, every word, and I have a few questions?

Kidding of course! Best part was that you like it!

{just a little humour between LinZay and myself}

Thank, MartinV

LinzAy (152.163.189.97) -- Monday, March 17 2003, 10:06 pm

I felt the need to do a report because....
Well, you know me Martin! Always gotta leave those extremely long comments....cuz i'm good like that!

MartinV (67.28.88.250) -- Tuesday, March 18 2003, 01:44 am

I just read your poem, "Strength."
I'm so weak from reading your words, I could hardley make a reply, lucky me, my heart is still strong! I think I found my strength from reading your wonderful poem, Strength!

U R............,GOOD!
MartinV

LinzAy (64.12.96.138) -- Tuesday, March 18 2003, 11:19 am

again
i already replied to ur comment on the poem but thankyou Martin!!

Brittany (152.163.189.97) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 03:26 am

Wonderful Poem
Martin,
I loved the above poem. It is one of the most bona fide I've read in quite a while.

Brittany

To Brittany: (63.208.45.107) -- Wednesday, March 19 2003, 03:56 pm

As Elvis would say, "Thank You, Thank You Very Much."
Brittany,

As Elvis would say, "Thank You, Thank You Very Much." This was a simple thought that actually, caught me by surprise. One day a friend and I visited a flower garden. There were many beautiful butterflies in the air that day. However, there was this very, special one, she didn't fly as fast as the others, was more delicate it seemed. She was more intent with purpose, really, checking each flower over more closely, before again, taking flight. My friend noticed that I was preoccupied with this butterfly and asked me why. I replied...,

I've never seen a poem fly.

Thanks, MartinV

Brittany (205.188.209.44) -- Thursday, April 3 2003, 05:32 am

Amazing.....
Martin,

Your above poem has originated from an atypical observation. Many of us take the small things for granted and at times fall short of perceiving the truly astonishing things around us. The poem is quite divine and I am very much looking forward to reading more of your work.

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