fly high, my beloved butterfly,
you've done so much for us.
never expected that the time
is near.
roaming around the room,
with your colorful wings,
your eyes, taking a look at us
for the last time.
"don't cry, my precious granddaughter,
for i am always with you."
i could hear you whispering
into my ears.
"and when tomorrow comes,
i'll be watching you
from above."
YOU ARE READING
someone's thoughts.
Poetrya collection: from a perspective of someone not specific.
