I catch elusive butterflies of idle thoughts stash those away outside logic bins audacious impressions re-appear in dreams or poems weirdness of something I created unknowingly baffles me Is it frivolous or by design? passing thoughts compose my subconscious sublime….
Reena Saxena 
bees around sweet trees
die with mite mote
butterfly s die too
oh me oh you
will we ever trap them in our minds again
ala the henry john cover?
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This is delicious Reena. Love the opening. “outside of logic bins” – yes!
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Thank you, Vj?
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Welcome?
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Sorry, I used the wrong punctuation mark. I was used to a phone with a stylus pen, and now using fingers often creates unwarranted situations.
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Lol. No problem. Just struck me as funny
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🙂
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