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Lost

In sky called life beauty shined bright, where butterfly flew free, weaving the lattice of delight, flowers bloomed charm for me. My volatile mind wandered in a trance, drifted in the draft of its dreaming wings, floated toward the sunburst horizon, made a fresco of formless fantasy. The dawn splashed the spectrum of bliss. As I was set to fly, the realm of rapture I didn’t miss, didn’t see storm clouds in sky. Splintered by the flicker of twilight, my sky fell in the vortex of spasm with my crushed dreams in the abyss. In its darkness I lost my path. The garden turned to dry debris. As the buds sagged in vine storm clasped the petals to carry. Butterfly lost wings’ shine.

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