Tuesday, 22 September 2020

The Butterflies

 The butterflies that grip you 

as you sail in the waves of a memory 

it is all you could live for once again 


the taste of that song in your ears 

enthralls, you feel your heart rejoicing 

it was all you lived for 


but then its all gone 

dawns get you staring at the horizon 

knowing there is an abyss right in the sky 

that she will never come out of


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