Thoughts flutter about my mind
Like butterflies.
I capture as many as I can
Within the fragile nets that compose my heart,
And my pencil
Translates their colors;
Their patterns;
Their grace;
Onto a piece of notebook paper.
The most beautiful ones
Always get away.
Like butterflies.
I capture as many as I can
Within the fragile nets that compose my heart,
And my pencil
Translates their colors;
Their patterns;
Their grace;
Onto a piece of notebook paper.
The most beautiful ones
Always get away.




Indilove
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