I thought nervous exhilaration was no more
Shivering with joy
With no feet on the floor
I am no longer a broken toy
After all that time
It is still the same
Yet another rhyme
And you deserve fame
I can not talk without shivers
Feeling that soothing feeling
I dream rivers
I think I can reach the ceiling
To my belly
You sent all these butterflies
I will meet you inside the telly
Prepare for tickly goodbyes
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Tony Berndtsson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-thousand-butterflies/
