the garden of France

the garden of france by anelephantcant

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The Garden of France

almost tracelessly
the garden of France
in the wistful hearts
who sense
an ephemeral passing
a whisper
of love
a flutter
of desire
a sensation
of passion
a tear drop
of longing
and an eternity
of wonder
is the fate
the flight
the joy
and the tragedy
of the butterfly
as it seeks
the impossibility
of the flower
of perfection
to wander
in endless

About AnElephantCant

An artist/writer/poet combination whose blogs reflect an approach to life that celebrates nature and takes a tongue-in-cheek view of most issues. So you get rhymes and doodles, photographs and comment. Irreverent and irrelevant. Occasionally funny, sometimes serious, mostly pointless.
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3 Responses to the garden of France

  1. emmylgant says:

    I followed the butterfly on his compulsive quest.
    Sadly no flower is perfect unless it is lifeless and manmade.


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