Freedom Is Infinite Power Of The Spirit
Holding a butterfly in your own fist
Is the bottom line of life and freedom
Squeeze harder the butterfly would die
Letting the butterfly fly is his right
Not turn cemetery of beautiful moments
Letting go a person is not fall in love
Letting go a person is not kind of loss
It's an act of love, act of recognition
Letting go isn't a weakness, but a power
Letting go isn't the end, but a beginning
A new chapter to learn love without setup
Without assurance, without fear of losing
It's a way to yourself, to your own freedom
Learning to love the world and people around
Not as you want them to be, or use them for
Love without control is freedom, not tyranny
Love is without a path. Dream without a limit
Self - without guilt for someone else's choice.
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