There I was sitting alone,
Watching the sky and feel to the bone.
A butterfly came fluttered her wings
Winked at me and she sang.
Her song was immortal and voice was of god.
A feeling was triggered
Sensation was there
A smile came onto me
Though reality was bitter.
That was her purpose never meant for anyone
Nature made her beautiful and so I was the one.
Never looked back since then, my purpose was clear
The most important lesson I learned was already there.
Most of the times happiness is lying in front and yet we are unable to grab it.
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
There I was sitting alone,
Watching the sky and feel to the bone.
A butterfly came fluttered her wings
Winked at me and she sang.
Her song was immortal and voice was of god.
A feeling was triggered
Sensation was there
A smile came onto me
Though reality was bitter.
That was her purpose never meant for anyone
Nature made her beautiful and so I was the one.
Never looked back since then, my purpose was clear
The most important lesson I learned was already there.
Most of the times happiness is lying in front and yet we are unable to grab it.
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