Ideas are like butterflies
Flapping by some alighting
Laying a row of ideas on the brains leaf
Slowly maturing
Hanging in their chrysalis state
Waiting for the time of birth
Slowly emerging in the mind
Wings inflating for flight to the paper
Arriving and evolving
Another piece has been born
Placed into the open for the reader
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Lovely description of how ideas are formed Gordon...thank you for a great read...Fi 10++