Reflecting on too many moments alone spent chasing Butterflies.
Crayoned colored wings, spread across the skies, Rainbows in sky,See, it floats and flies, Winging to some unknown spot, It escapes what we've been taught.
But we are like nomads seeking something beyond ourselves , until we found us.
May I come in ?
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spent chasing
Butterflies.
Crayoned colored wings,
spread across the skies,
Rainbows in sky,See,
it floats and flies,
Winging to some unknown spot,
It escapes what we've been taught.
But we are like nomads seeking something beyond ourselves , until we found us.
But actually did we.... ?
But then, why did we ever chase butterflies....?
Very Nice! Actually awesome!
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