Flying butterflies colourful here and there
Saw you through woods piercing not through thick trees
But stepping through my heart
Walking my lady makes impression on soft white snow
With her more softer fairy feet
Oh lady I’ll keep your impression on for ever as snow
With all will, will follow steps of your foot
But what is this melting the snow, disappearing impressions
Help me help me shall I cry
To follow your soul, searching everywhere
But no impression left nor a sign
Is this what God assigned me!
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