the morning sun
touches everything with
a warm glow of love.
no wonder
i am still in the dark
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MIDNIGHT BUTTERFLIES , poetry
Poetry⁰⁰⁰ 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 ── the butterflies of my thoughts soar off at midnight . and there's no flying after them , for my wings have been broken . ( SHORT POEMS ) ‧˚...
012. sunglow
the morning sun
touches everything with
a warm glow of love.
no wonder
i am still in the dark
