A solemn breeze
Does the air
His pants
From a tired heart
Sets to flight
The butterfly
Who do leaves
His role
Miles away
Reached here
To rest on
The moor
But the wind
This came about is
Not the same
And still on the ground
The heart that cried
Accesses
For the heart
There is no really
But the heart, the left
Feelsnot the same
And the screams
Easily dismissed
The butterfly
It took flight
Because of the eyes
Many
The magnificence of it
And glorious flare
Has a lot to say
To have enough
His eyes caught while
The hearts touched
Along his journey
Here
Talked with them
Stabbed them all
Triggered her love,
Their hate and fear
A tired heart
SA alone
SpreadingHis love
All
Does the knee
To beg and plead
As it dips
Crawling Down
The wind continues
It does not stop
Whisking by
The levy
Any limit set
It stood in the way
She went;
Yes, anyone
It blows from the right
How to fly the butterfly
Not the direct route
It takes
But now you see
When it stops
Their goal
Itmakes
The cry of the heart
The message that
The breeze
Carries on
It stays out
Up in the air
Long after the
Heart away
The butterfly takes off
And does the wind
When she was still
Much to share
Soon, the butterfly sees
The wind feels they
As it blows
Right through the hair
She closes her eyes
And cocks his head
Comforted by
The feeling
Then give him a call
With no reason to
Because she knows
His love is real ...
They resist the weary heart.
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