Aditya Tapshalkar (Some time / Earth :))
A single butterfly,
One mere butterfly,
Whizzes into my net.
A rare one indeed.
But I choose to let it go,
Just because I want to.
And that butterfly gathers more and more,
And lead all of the butterflies into the sky.
Soon the full horizon is littered by colors,
Of the butterflies.
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