Fluttering about,
It's vibrant colors,
Gives me a magnificent thrill,
I want it,
I crave for it,
I long for this beautiful thing,
To come to me,
And let me stroke it,
And let me feel its magic.
But as I attempt to pursue it,
It became more and more distant,
And my poor heart,
Filled with despair,
Sank deeper and deeper,
With every step I took.
I pursue the precious gem,
But it wouldn't come to me.
I cried in sorrow knowing,
Knowing it would never be mine.
My steps faltered,
And my knees wobbled,
And alas I stopped my pursuit.
And my eyes,
My poor eyes,
Were blinded with hot tears.
I walked and I walked,
Never looking back.
My mind then started to clear,
And thought no longer of that butterfly,
I thought no longer of that butterfly,
I thought no longer-----
No longer...
Then out of blue,
I noticed,
That the butterfly has quietly landed,
Landed ever so softly,
And sweetly,
Upon my shoulder...
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