She blinks, together with the stars;
Locks her gaze upon
The luminescent sands above,
Out of reach.
"If you'd had angel wings,
You'd float like massive clouds
And fall like a flightless star,"
I understate.

"I would love how you'd glimpse on me, my dear sun.
And if I'd fall from the night sky,
I would be glad to grant things
You ever wish for,"
She smiles.

So i've known
The garden in my stomach
Has been crowded
With butterflies.