Is it just me or do butterflies look like flowers?
This has always caught my attention…
Dear Winter,
Spring is here and I must go. The plans
you made for me held me down and I felt sad.
I tired to reach you…I need to be
heard… so I must go fly…for Spring
is here. I must fly…
Love,
Michelle
Happy Spring…no matter what it brings
I rejoice in the newness of life and flowers
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It may be a stormy forecast…as for me I only see the beauty of it all. No matter what I choose to focus on the light.
I see evidence of SPRING all around me…so sweet
If nothing ever changed
there would be no butterflies
The secret place
Is where I met
the ghost of you
It was secret so
Maybe you didn’t see
I was waiting as I watched
The ghost of you
Looking for the ghost of me
I’m not a ghost
I’m real in the secret place
Sometimes
we fall
it’s what we bring with us
one the way back up
that changes us forever
I’m thankful for that
MichelleMarie
I believe there’s an art to letting go
It’s delicate and tenuous and tender
Devoid of words that make sense
So maybe I can show you how it feels to me
Letting go, to me means setting myself and you
Free…because we were all meant to be free
I know this…yet I struggle to let go
So maybe I can show you how it feels to me
It’s delicate and tenuously tender
Like the sadness of saying goodbye
To something or someone you hold dear
because we were all meant to be free
I believe there’s an art to letting go
Tell Me About It 
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