14 july 2004 ,i took a day off after a long week at work ,i.was sitting in the libary which located two blocks from my house .where i can find a little peace in this crowded world .
I was reading an old book by virgina coffman curse of the island pool. MY thoughts were free until she came and gave me something to write about.
she got a sit like a real queen's position . ease down gently then place her hands in her lap with he knees together ,the right calf over her left .
She was quiet ,nice with incredible bige shine hazale eyes .
she lightly held her pen between her thumb and middle finger. then,start writting and sometimes staring out from the window .
she was the kind i read about in fairytales. she made my thoughts fly like butterflies . I've tried to catch her but i couldn't .the only beautiful thing in that old dusty library was her ,I mean how could butterflies love such a place as this !!??
After an hour she packed her stuff and went away. She was the girl i met once in my day dream.
i dont knew even her name but at that day she was my butterfly .💜
