Look, my wings are without feathers,
They are membranous, scarlet red.
My fear silently disappears
And I’m higher with every breath.
You may call me a butterfly
If we cannot find better rhymes.
I’ve been waiting here for a while,
I’ve been searching two thousand times.
And you came to me just like it should be,
You have crossed many painful roads.
I’m so thankful to you for your goodwill,
As my heart opens up like a rose.
20-apr-2018
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