D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly
A writing platform celebrating the freedom of expression and the exploration of God, self and the world.
If freedom was for sale who could afford it? Would it really be freedom if you could buy it? Probably just some watered-down version of a dream, A fragrant wish in a fancy bottle; Something to make you close your eyes and forget… the shackles on your feet. © D.L. Lunsford
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People dancing on the sidewalk in a rain storm and the car breaking down under the trees. The brakes don’t work and the cow won’t shut up. Nothing’s on TV but watching it anyway. The sounds of the water in the fish tank putting me to sleep. The room is not dark, but dimly lit […]
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Your eyes rove over me feasting upon my life. Feverish with anticipation, you flip the pages. I saw your jaw drop when you read what I did with my neighbor. I watched you shake your head disgusted about the way I lied about it. At one point I thought you were going to throw the […]
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D.L. Lunsford's Flight of the Butterfly 