Butterfly Dreams
Lost in the bushes today a butterfly
of my dreams someone should not find
I color them and now watch the flight.
The life is a merchant I meet in a way
he gives me a smirk and warns to be careful,
where is the sky and where it meets the earth
I remain in my thoughts with, without sunshine.
The time is a friend who tells me to be wise
before I could lose hope, I find my ground
there are millions of stars still in the sky,
I prepare to put them on my ceiling in a while.
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