Butterflies that once
fluttered, are now at rest.
Autumn turned into winter,
and we never spoke again.
- E.A
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Bits and pieces
PoetryJust a few bits and pieces of poetry I've written over the years. |On-going|
We never spoke again
Butterflies that once
fluttered, are now at rest.
Autumn turned into winter,
and we never spoke again.
- E.A
