Becoming a butterfly, the heart has
taken a flight.. has flown somewhere far away..
How are these accidents, unheard,
As if some light kisses the dark..
Becoming a butterfly,
The heart has taken a flight, somewhere far off..
Should I just tell you, or
should I write on the sky,
In your praise -
Far be the evil eye..
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