In the clear sky.
A few butterflies flew in.
Flying into the flowers.
Into the green leaves.
The butterflies fly.
The flowers are smiling.
Butterflies come flying.
The grass is drunk.
Red flowers and green leaves!
You are the stage for butterflies.
The grass is green!
You are the butterfly's dreamland.
Watching you dance.
I want to catch her.
But I can't.
Just watch you fly free.
Watching you fly free!
About the Creator
free man
Thank you for your love
I hope you are happy every day
We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic3 days ago in Fiction
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