"I'm your little butterfly. Green, black, and blue like the colores in the sky"
So fragile
So beautiful
So exotic
In every way possible
This butterfly
I hold in my hand
Is a silent mystery
And a fragrance
Cold and Crisp
So sweet that it stings
It brings tears to my eyes
As it fluttered away
But only to return to me
I have it again
My beautiful
Little
Butterfly
Its been some time
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i wonder...
lol it seems like you're taking personal events from yuor life and putting them into your poetry...or maybe im just reading too deep into it. keep writing, love
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