Escaping the heights where the butterfly of my wings are my life stories parachute and with the dreams that keep me up from the ground almost like I am skydiving down the mountain with my parachute of butterfly wings.
The world may feel like a moon that is hidden away from the sun and then came up like a love of fireflies that I never wanted to let go from my moonlight eyes.
Covered up with your wings wrapped around me
And going on a retreat to reconnect the you and
me that I once knew and the one of us that I want to be whether that was to getaway or to stay but I am glad to be able to runaway with you.
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The Butterflies Touch my Soul
FantasyThe Butterflies chose to fly Like the BlueMoon and chase the soul That touched the night But before I could dream I just let the light of my wings Touch the mystery that was the moment Where moonlight was a new language of a story So come with...
