Walking through the mist of reality <br />the smell of flaws fill the <br />room, with ignorance. <br /> <br />the butterfly, it's wings so <br />full of emotion, <br /> begins to grow <br /> weary, lifeless <br /> <br />the light grows dim <br /> all is gone, <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />for good. <br /> <br /> we all wait, for the time <br />to find, that thing we all desire <br /> <br /> <br /> hope; <br /> <br />it's the grace in the flows of the wind <br /> that brings that butterfly <br />to a new beginning. <br /> is it too late? <br />im afraid so. <br /> <br /> but nothing is lost.<br /><br />Joelle Lauren Phillips<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-escence/
