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Sep 2016
A broken butterfly
fallen to my world of silence
bleeding colors of her wings
started to pour through my soul
to an instance of wonder
my world lights up in color

I slowly closed my eyes
In a breath after
I found myself
flying with the butterfly
to a divine horizon

© shanikayrs
sometimes miracles may come as butterflies
shanika yrs
Written by
shanika yrs  Colombo
(Colombo)   
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