• mitch5815 5w

    Butterfly wings
    (tossing stones)


    I walked down to the beach,
    Pacific and chilly.
    I picked up stones, tossed them,
    rocky and northern California.
    I thought of you, the way your eyes look
    and smiled.
    Suddenly a cloud burst s shower
    and I thought of,
    Butterfly wings.
    Don't toss too many stones.
    ©mitch5815