Motion alone is real <br />Ever propelling <br />My wings luminiscent <br />And child like passion <br />That I feel in each midge astir, <br /> <br />Life-fugitive, infinite <br />That wakes its mates <br />In my withness, my here <br />Unaware who I am <br />that It calls to me.<br /><br />yoonoos peerbocus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/butterfly-165/
