Fly Through
Fly Through
Butterfly... Butterfly
flower hopping jewels
my Summer time envy
now only a memory
Living in the moment
barren landscape
where our garden
use to be
We are all
born to die
Destiny to be
devoured by time
stored in fleeting memory
Butterfly... Butterfly
Did you ever realize
the seeping fragility
of this life?
Me neither
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