“And when next I feel the dawn’s light, I open my hand and set the butterfly free, Knowing she does not appear every night, When sleep abandons me” — Natalie Miller Copy Share Image
“My love grows wings, A lost bird in an unfamiliar sky, In my dreams your voice still rings, But here the silence only seems… — Natalie Miller Copy Share Image
“And when next I feel the dawn’s light, I open my hand and set the butterfly free, Knowing she does not appear every night,… — Natalie Miller Copy Share Image
