Trying to catch this long day with my hands,
Making a song be the sound of my heart,
What will we do when the blessings all ends?
I will behold the most beautiful art:
Watching the butterfly's wisdom to fly,
It's not a bird. It won't leave and be back.
Butterflies are like the beauty of sky,
Even if they are just nothing but black.
Butterfly
© Copyright: Ананько Александра Викторовна, 2018
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