When I tell the story of this fragile butterfly,
possible, it becomes autobiographical,
I come across larks of the sky, sharks too,
how lucky to see you, fleetingly- a swan at large, so lovely!
Sep 18, 2012
Sep 18, 2012 at 9:39 PM UTC
When I tell the story of this fragile butterfly,
possible, it becomes autobiographical,
I come across larks of the sky, sharks too,
how lucky to see you, fleetingly- a swan at large, so lovely!
a drop of tear on the corner of my eye-
gleams, every departed one tears my heart apart...
i am a mortal, love you give me gifts wings
when a flower in my inner garden wilts....within me something beautiful dies.......adieu
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