The words are little <br />Butterflies <br />Fluttering around my head. <br />I catch them <br />Haphazardly, <br />Admiring their beauty <br />Then setting them free. <br />Beautiful, random words <br />Making no sense to me <br />But finally settling <br />Themselves into <br />A pattern <br />I can live with.<br /><br />Sallie Howson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterflies-51/
