It comes at odd hours without warning.
A word – a sentence – elusive as a butterfly.
And I, imperfect net in hand,
Attempt its capture.
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© Janalyn Voigt
It comes at odd hours without warning.
A word – a sentence – elusive as a butterfly.
And I, imperfect net in hand,
Attempt its capture.
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© Janalyn Voigt