Monday, February 11, 2019

You. The Wind..The Butterfly.

The butterfly over the flower
Invited you to dance..
But you chased after the bumble bee that stung you one day.
So the wind came and play
And softly invited the little fella
To dance. So she opened her wings and rode the wind across
The world and now she is free
Once againg.
The end.

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