Once upon a time,
I stood by the window,
I watched as the breeze,
Blew away with harsh ease,
Petals from the flowers in my china mug vase,
I watched as they floated away from me,
Just like so many of my dreams,
petals from the deep folds of my heart,
one by one all but forgotten,
I watched still,
as the last petal blew past the window sill,
Freely given
I held out my hand out the window,
and reached into the breeze,
I closed my hand around it,
and felt it flutter in the palm of my clasped hand,
like a tiny beating heart,
fluttering like a butterfly,
The happiness it brought was enchanting,
I feared clutching it to tightly would crush it,
yet I feared that opening my palm,
would free it to be gone forever,
freely given,
I unclapsed my hand,
to reveal the gift the breeze held.
If you too would float away,
My petal in the wind……
~B
5th part of a 6th part duet, I write something and Mable rights it
She last wrote: hearts
Becoming The Muse 
This I like. Nature, love, emotion. Nice touch.
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Thank you I was testing out a feeling
Glad you like.
~B
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Beautifully written. 😊💜
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Thank you.
Glad you like
~B
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Sometimes we just have to let it fly away and see if it returns to our hand. We cannot cage it forever, or it will wilt.
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It’s part of being Unconditional 😍
~B
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True that.
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You guyyyysssss 😩😍
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Thank you😆😀
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When do you finish so I can take it all in at once 😤??
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Only one more to go….
~B
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