the butterflies are long dead
the butterflies are long dead
all they left behind
are those vague memories
those memories about the color
the spring that peeks
through the desloate winter
of those sunshine
that forces it way
through the canopy of clouds
of all those smiles
it brought then,
which now will never cross your lips
in this eternal coldness,
this monsoon
does not seem out of place!
#ReganSinghOriginal
all they left behind
are those vague memories
those memories about the color
the spring that peeks
through the desloate winter
of those sunshine
that forces it way
through the canopy of clouds
of all those smiles
it brought then,
which now will never cross your lips
in this eternal coldness,
this monsoon
does not seem out of place!
#ReganSinghOriginal
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