A yellow butterfly flitted around my sandalled feet today.
It was as though she was lonely.
Like she wanted me to play chase-me games across the grass.
This late in the year, the weather so warm, it's as if we were living outside on borrowed time.
I giggled and chased after her a little while.
My feet rushed with all of the sweet feelings I have for this particular song.
2 comments:
So lovely...your words and the music carried me away. (For the record, it's Mark O'Connor and Edgar Meyer.)
❤
Yo-yo Ma lends his cello to that piece of music as well, yes?
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