the wings flutter, shimmering in the sun. decorated with jewels from heaven the butterfly moves, as the rain falls.
Crisp and fresh, the flowers bloom in the morning sun.
Spreading their arms, each plant welcomes another day.
rasing my head, i can float with the clouds above.
Touching the sun, i wonder what lies beyond this earth, which i lay.
i move myself as if i were to fly away with nature.
Move away, with the wind, with time.
But i just lie, upon a spot of grass, watching time move by... |
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