The bright lights of the pink roses
reaches the scent of how
I see my dream of being a butterfly
with open wings to fly.
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My Heart is My Butterfly
PoesíaThe heart is my butterfly And my love is my sky And the stars are the night But the roses are my moon And now the story starts But the dreams haven't ended.
The bright lights of the pink roses
The bright lights of the pink roses
reaches the scent of how
I see my dream of being a butterfly
with open wings to fly.
