And love is like wings of butterfly
touch your life and vanish if you try to hold it in your hands
as yours can play with feeling of it and want to hold it forever
but butterfly never stays in one spot
I ran after the butterfly, ran over the roses
the thornes of roses, hurt me, filled my eyes with tears but still
my sad eyes are looking for the butterfly
So I stood and run as fast as I could to feel the wings of butterfly on my eyes...
As sun was shinning on my back and kept me warm and accompany me for my path...
The Path for only truth... Maybe my life never gone better with wings of butterfly
but with butterfly
Life would look like a dream
A dream which every second of it would worth the world
A dream where time will loose its meaning...
A dream where everything would worth nothing in front of the wings of butterfly...
The rainbow of its color will reflect the world to your eyes...
and colors will color every problems in your life....
Life has its storm, but when I have my butterfly in my hand...
nothing is not my concern, because protecting my butterfly is my only concern
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