Butterfly flying
uppon my head
with brighten colours
shining over me.
It flies
to my hand
to the other
and to the sky.
Flying, shining, wishing
you were here;
But you are not.
You are flying away
like the butterfly
to the sky
from my hands,
without me.
Just shining.
Por favor: que no exista nunca más la guerra.
11 years ago


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