I woke up and was crying hard again.
I was alone again.
I was expecting for the butterfly to come back,
But it was in a point of no return.
The Butterfly was once with me.
With its color I stand in awe, a strong pounding in my chest,
That Butterfly was my world.
I admired everything
The movement of the wings allures my being.
But suddenly...
It was gone,
Still I wait in the moonlit window pane.
'Til I know it will never come back,
But still I waited... for nothing.
I wont stop!
'Til I see a Butterfly again!
Would it be the same butterfly?
Or a new Butterfly?
When will it come?
I will wait...
I'm hoping that the butterfly comes fast
Without the Butterfly
I might die.
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