Jewels
By hadley
Mon, 02 Jun 2008
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I have to go down to the ground
and put my feet on bare earth
to feel the living moment.
I have each of these moments ready
to become precious jewels of memory.
I have all of them, held in one open hand
for jewels will always turn into butterflies
that rise up towards a new sun.
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