To capture the moon and look to the stars, dreams come to me of southern skies I look up at night to see the southern cross and the milky way. Be gentle in your quest, Be gentle with your self , BE LOVE IF LOVE BE YOU.
Dreams are what people live for take away imagination and dreams and people like flowers wilt and die.
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welcome to flutterbys I am Louisa
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton
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I wanted to make my Blog a place where adults or children could enjoy a few of my stories pictures and bibs and bobs so welcome i hope you find some little thing to amuse you. love louisa
Firelight firelight flickering in the breeze The sparkling embers swirl into the heavens high To join the stars in cosmic union firelight, firelight hearts are torn and drawn into the flames magic in the dance that leaps into the sky blackness entreats the souls to linger in the silence wonderment pulls the flames high into the stars The connection ephemeral precious atmospheric dust sparkling on highlouisa j