The yellowness of the sun,
Makes me dizzy with white butterfly's.
Like daises swaying in the grass
Like birds longing to thrive.
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Dear Love
PoesíaDear love, The light is dim, •∆•∆• ☀️ •∆•∆•∆ In this empty heart of mine. In you, I was searching in me something I couldn't find...🦋
Poem19: thrive
The yellowness of the sun,
Makes me dizzy with white butterfly's.
Like daises swaying in the grass
Like birds longing to thrive.
