Diverging across thousands of seas,
only to come back at the same garden again.
Flying freely by the wind,
and keep catching me down.
Searching for alluring flowers,
but only one fragrance can make me stay.
Dreaming of everything,
but one punch at my tummy,,
I'm back with reality.
That your butterflies
living inside of me,
will be forever tickling me
until our end.
Dedicated to Hazel Cajes
(Photo Credit to Kit Sandoval)
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Hang - Leave
PoetryHanging for something is a choice and it depends; if you will leave or if they will leave you. (c) Kit Sandoval for the wonderful Cover 😎
