Oct 2013
Fly you random butterfly,
I couldn't do it,
So touch the sky.
On the paper,
Sketched and drawn.
You shine with hope,
Just like the dawn.
I couldn't do it,
So touch the sky.
On the paper,
Sketched and drawn.
You shine with hope,
Just like the dawn.
Just something I sketched above a butterfly, drawn in my journal.
