buttercups

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how we walked through the park that day
and we saw dancing strangers
we walked,

walked,

walked (a lot)

how we walked next to the canals
and bridges filled with promised love
we wandered through a field of buttercups
and entered a butterfly paradise,
full of butterflies fluttering by
and let those magical, winged creatures land on our shoulders
like we are their moonflowers
filled with sugary-honey for them to feast on

we'll get attacked by fairy floofs,
making us believe that fantasy creatures really exist

(spoiler: they do)

we sat there by the lake in amsterdam
budgerigar's flying above our heads
(or how i like to call them: grass birds)
how we sat there, by that very special place
telling us
"welcome to wonderland"

it is,
in fact
a wonderland
filled with exceptional, living things
like you,
oh, what a special thing you are

i know,
anything about her looks basic; but she's far from that
she is so enormously special
and let me tell you why
she has that kind of fierce passion,
passion to do all kinds of wonderful things in life
oh girl,
you are so passionate and sweet-loving and you have that rebelliously thirst inside of you
ready to burst out in adventures
tiny adventures with me, maybe?

dear friend,
i miss you already

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