My soul breaks into flowers, <br />into a vast meadow of flowers. <br />My soul breaks into butterflies, <br />into soft-winged butterflies. <br />The tiny creature of beauty <br />flies and flies <br />in an unheard melody <br />that is sweetness beyond.<br /><br />Dr. Antony Theodore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-soul-43/
