You were with me two days: Gods let you be with me...
You had appeared in the house and I understood,
that you were there especially for me indeed.
You love me and remember... Your unclear loom
was slipping on a window in dark shades of wings.
The fragile butterfly had brought you from the grayish sky,
as one doesn't let me come to you through high snow silks:
and your dark wings don't mean for the close future very nice...
But your appearance shows again existing life
and after death. It shows connection of two different worlds.
This butterfly is going to have death. It'll die...
The same days twenty years ago I lost you once for all...
22.02.2026 - 23.02.2026
Gods let you be with me...
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