Sometimes the rain washes away the pain..

Sometimes i need just a little more rain..

Its a change i sense in me and all around..

Something will be lost and something lost found..


I wait and watch the pages turn..

I wish sometimes to some i could return..

But theres a lot more to be seen and heard..

The flutter of a butterfly, the song of a bird..


The bend in the road is behind me i feel..

The horizons still  hazy under a misty veil..

I hear an unfamiliar tune in my heart..

Maybe just maybe here comes the good part..


About TitoV

The author of this blog doesnt look the part of the kind of guy who would generate the stuff in the posts. Well, looks can be deceptive.

Posted on February 23, 2011, in A Reason for Butterflies, India, Life, love, memories, poetry, scrriblings, thoughts. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

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