BUTTERFLY

You, lonely flying across the windy garden.

Beautiful, majestic, yet so vulnerable.

The keeper of life, hope, the surviving magic,

that’s what you are.

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Gently waving your reborn wings,

through the lonely, cold and frozen field.

Won’t the freezing breeze ruin your innocence,

won’t it make your healing breath disappear?

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Please no, hold on, wait until I reach you,

through the icing on the lake, through the

silver trees right there, you’re floating in the air.

My eyes follow you, but legs are

still trapped in the pile of snow.

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Which heartless creature has done this to you?

Left you behind, while they have 

already reached their home.

Wasn’t it just you, 

waiting to spread your wings,

but at the end, it was already late?

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Fly, fly, straight ahead, get high,

I beg you, just don’t give up.

Don’t disappear, don’t go near the sun,

don’t turn into an ash,

I don’t want you to slip through my fingers.

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Clock is ticking, but we still have some time,

I’m almost there, I can touch you, wait.

We’ll melt the frost, bring the heat.

Just please, don’t melt away until then.