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Jun 2016
You are a story that I write
Since the age of five
Since I saw that butterfly
Landing on my finger
I kept my breath
So she wouldn’t fly
Away like the rest of my dreams
For a moment longer
I could have been dead
But I never thought of that
As I exhaled
I scared her off and she was gone
Quicker than the image of my first kiss
With the frog I thought would turn into prince
But it didn’t
Who am I to dream
But a wounded soul
Trying to tell a story
Since the age of five
when I saw that butterfly
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
Afrodita Nestor
Written by
Afrodita Nestor  Vienna, Austria
(Vienna, Austria)   
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