Aug 2020
I smell the evening rain in her eyes,
The last wish of a dying firefly breaths a sigh on her lips.
And the sound of the butterfly fluttering its wings faded into her smile.
The last wish of a dying firefly breaths a sigh on her lips.
And the sound of the butterfly fluttering its wings faded into her smile.
(32/M/Dhaka)
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